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gumasantan · 1 year

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my gift for you: a ganqing oneshot

about: a modern AU with keqing, ganyu, and zhongli.

warning (?): something that might sadden you, very angsty!

word count: ~3k words, like YEEEESSS it's not that long anymore!

author's note: this is my fav ship here in genshin, so i took care of writing this one. there may be few rough edges here and there, but i think it serves the purpose, and also, i'm happy with it! please, enjoy!

Today is a fair day.

After the spring has forced the clouds to rain, it paved way for a season of cool wind breathing alongside the warm rays of light emanating from mister sun above from the sky. All sunshine crashing down upon the glowing townscape, still sparkling from the remnants of the rainy weather that has passed by days before.

Along the streets, people go about their usual lives: Selling at their own stores, crowds clothed in suits on their way to their work, and others having the luxury of a relaxing day by doing what they want to do. Automobiles strolling by the drying asphalt, not a whole lot of traffic like back then when it rained. There is some pleasure to be had when one sees a view of an open space in the roads with no rows of cars, trucks, vans, and motorcycles filling it all up. It looks tidier.

One sidewalk happens to serve a peculiar blue-haired woman, quite reflecting the snow that rained upon the town months prior, in a white cardigan and a purple scarf that matched her black leggings. She wears a golden hairpin with a flower ornament on the right side of her hair.

Everything goes on…

She carries a sling bag by her shoulders, alongside a bouquet of what seems to be lilacs. Her walk is not that of a saunter, but rather, deceptive quick steps in small paces. In a bit of a hurry, but not wanting to appear so. Yet, her expression suggests otherwise: She looks calm and collected.

Where is she going?

“I’m going back, I want to see you again…” She mutters silently to herself.

As she keeps walking, she passes by many shops one after another. The places display an assortment of usual convenience store products and general merchandise goods, the type of stuff you would expect from a place in the countryside.

She eventually reaches the point where the selling stops, at a stand that sells a variety of seafoods: Some ready to be eaten raw, like sashimi and calamari, and some needing to be cooked first, like fried cuttlefish and fried shrimp balls, among others.

She comes to a halt beside the stand.

“I suppose she would like this, but she’s been having too much of these lately.” She speaks to herself, letting the aroma tickle her sense of smell while looking straight ahead, still.

“Nevermind.” She continues to walk forward.

Her expression has changed shortly after: From looking calm to looking melancholic. She tries to force herself to look normally, but can’t help herself as her lips slowly transform into a slight frown and look towards the distance rather than what’s actually in front of her.

It didn’t take long for her to trip.

Her clumsiness and unawareness are to blame. She looks behind with a pained look on her face, and found that a pebble was responsible for her downfall.

Somehow, she managed to clutch onto her bouquet of flowers, but her golden hairpin was clumsily attached, and it fell from her hair, distances away from where she is.

“Damn it, where is it?” She curses.

She looks to the right, but cannot find it. She looks to the left, but cannot find it as well.

She’s not particularly that type of person who searches at every place for something she lost, but this instance, she wouldn’t let that habit of hers get in the way; evident by the hilariously amount of time she’s spending just to find it.

“No, no…I can’t lose that.” She admits to herself as she walks around.

There seems to be a highly sentimental value in that hairpin that she just lost. Trying to find it like it’s the last thing her life is depending on, even soiling herself in the process.

Don’t lose it, alright? I’m not losing mine.

She keeps searching as she tries to compose herself, not wanting to cry because of it.

“Miss, is this what you’re searching for?” A low-pitched voice was heard.

She looks up as she notices a towering shadow painted on the ground.

He seemed familiar to her. A mature-looking man fully suited in an office attire, with short black hair featuring brown ends off of it.

And he’s holding the jackpot.

“Sir Zhongli?” She clarifies.

He looked surprised.

“Ah, Miss Ganyu!” He exclaims.

He reaches out his hand to help her get up. She accepts his assistance.

“Were you looking for this hairpin? It was over there.” He gestures to the spot meters away.

She was nowhere near, but she could only wonder how such a tiny object can end up that far. She shakes off some dirt that collected in her leggings, wanting to appear as clean as possible.

“Yes, you got it! Thank you for saving me the trouble.” She smiles, feeling all of her worries wash away in that instant.

He gently hands her the hairpin that he found, allowing her to wear the hairpin back on again. This time, checking if it cannot fall that easily anymore.

“Does it look properly put on? Does it not look out of place?” She asks him, wanting to see if the hairpin was attached correctly.

He feels his cheeks getting a bit rosy.

“Um…yes, miss. I would remark further that it looks quite natural on you.” He assures her while trying to maintain a stern look in his face.

“Thank you. And thank you once more for finding this. She would be furious if she didn’t see me wearing this.” She expresses her gratitude with a warm smile, emphasizing how much help he had lent her.

He nods lightly and returns her warm smile with his.

“Ah, Miss Ganyu! May I ask, were you referring to Miss Keqing just then?” He asks curiously.

She nods back, maintaining her smile with a hummed reply.

“I see. You’re her partner right? If it doesn’t create much of a bother, may I ask you to do a small favor from mine and ask her whenever she’s willing to pay my miniature golden horse that she smashed? Like she promised to do so?” He explains to her.

Her smile then quickly disappeared, returning him with a confused look.

“She did what?”

“Well, you see, miss, I brought it to work once, and as her blockmate in the office, she was so annoyed seeing it near her workplace that she threw it onto the ground, and smashed it with her foot while exclaiming ‘That lucky charm nonsense’ or something like that. But she calmed down immediately after, promising to pay for it, yet never apologized to me about it...”

She giggled, putting her hand on her mouth, hiding her smile.

“Classic Keqing. Well, I’ll be sure to pass on your concerns to her. She is a woman of her words after all.” Her smiled has returned once more as she guarantees to make true of his favor.

He bows in front of her.

“I dedicate you my thanks, Miss Ganyu! Please, allow me to not obstruct you any longer and let’s mind our own businesses now, shall we?” He suggests, before waving his goodbyes at her and continuing along with his day.

She waves back at his figure getting smaller by the distance.

She remains unmoving, still looking at the direction he’s going.

An amused look turning into rather a blank expression.

“Her ‘partner’, huh…” She says as she closes her eyes.

Please, Ganyu, let’s do this...

“You’re really good at being private. Even with how workaholic you are, your closest co-worker doesn’t even know what happened, and everything beyond that…” She comments wistfully, voice trailing off at the end of her sentence.

She opens her eyes, fixes herself, firmly clutching her bouquet so that it may not end up to the ground like her hairpin. Because it would’ve been much more of a mess, an unrecoverable mess.

Quickly recuperating herself, and noticing how much time has been spent, she starts walking, but now in a brisk manner, without disturbing much of her soft clothing. With how fast she’s walking, she’s starting to look like someone that could not afford any more time, like she’s chasing something before it goes away.

She notices that she’s nearer to her destination now, her entire goal all along, which was just two blocks away from where she is.

Yet, there was something else standing between her and her endpoint.

While she was running, she notices the place, almost as if it’s instinctive to her. She slows her walk and pauses herself, before turning to her right. She scans the area as she takes in its familiar atmosphere: The lively lights, the artistry evident on the walls, and the name of the place:

Rice and Latte on the Rocks.

From beyond the windows, she could see the picture portraying the most delicious meal:

Prosperous Peace.

Though, instead of feeling relieved, feeling lightened, or at least feeling some bubbles forming within the corner of her lips. She felt…sad. Similar to that gloomy mood that has been floating in the air around her today wherever she goes.

She stopped herself aside, by the farthest window on the left, and looked inwards the café.

It still looked the same, elegant as ever. The lighting inside was expertly placed to make every customer feel as warm as they can, like they’re back in their homes. Wooden chairs leathered with black, orange, and red fabrics littered the place. The walls are made of real bricks, decorated with illustrations of famous cities around the world, making it feel classic but modern at the same time.

Of course, the highlight of this place would definitely be the menu. Not only does it sell the best tasting frappes, coffees, and smoothies around the town, colored with a lot of different flavors, but it also sells charming pastries, uplifting breakfast meals, and for her, the best vegetarian meals ever. The best-dressed salads, softest tofu, and the most refreshing water. Ever.

The meal called ‘Prosperous Peace’ would be her favorite out of all. The combination of rice, soy sauce, cauliflowers, carrots, plus the fragrance of the lilies, feels like something created in heaven.

Her few friends dislike the vegetarian meals she loved because of the choice of ingredients: Pure green, not a whole of flavor, but a whole lot of bitterness.

Anyone, no matter how sad and angry they might feel, would always sense energy rushing back into them once they are presented with a picture of their favorite meals. Food is everyone’s cure.

But for her, it didn’t seem to work for now.

She switches her gaze from the menu to a table near the window she’s looking from.

This is so bitter! Ugh…how could you like this, sweetheart?

“Yes, miss. It is bitter. It’s so bitter. So bitter…that it hurts.” She mutters under her breath, making sure that no one heard her say anything.

Her contemplative look returns, as seen on the reflection off the window.

The café doesn’t seem to be as filled like usually at this time of the day, she continues to gaze at the two empty seats beside the table she’s been staring at.

Look, I’m not doing this because of what you think. It’s entirely for a different reason…

Her face gradually loses its’ pensiveness, and she became irritated after a few seconds. Yet, the irritation does not feel like it comes from herself. She definitely feels frustrated, but it’s not self-directed.

She swears she could see an apparition of theirselves sitting on the two empty chairs, talking to each other with both of their hands tightly held on the empty table.

“Keqing…” She whispered to the window.

If I don’t, then you would be stuck in this prison you won’t be able to escape forever…

She remembers that fateful day.

How dare she do it in a place where much of their memories are contained within, she couldn’t even care less if this place served her favorite food. But now, she’ll always have to bear this weight whenever she wants to go back for it.

She couldn’t care less about what she wants herself, she prioritizes her Keqing, and everything her Keqing wants.

She wants to. She had to.

Thank you. Trust me, Ganyu, you won’t have to suffer for much too long, because I love you that much…

“You’re so selfish. So, so selfish.” She says as her breathing gets faster and faster, with her mind still suck at that very singular occasion.

Her eyes are starting to feel the wetness but she would force herself to stop, something that she had learned from her. Although the pain has manifested itself as that growing heaviness in her chest, she realizes how much more pain there is left to bear after what happened that day…

…And what is happening now.

I know I’ve hurt you too much, but I want you to know that you can only visit me whenever you feel like it. Please don’t ever, ever feel sympathetic for me…

Sometimes, it becomes a bit too much for her. All those nights made sleepless due to sessions of aggrieved weeping and those opportunities lost to moments of silent suffering.

That was the last time they had ever met in-person, and talked.

What’s a pain to bear should it prove meaningless in the end?

And who decides if it’s meaningless in the end anyway?

She had agonized enough, and she doesn’t intend to let it go long for any longer. She may be close to the breaking point, but she’s been risking that bit of sanity ever since that day, hoping that this time, something pulls her out of the edge of the cliff.

Pulled by her.

Realizing that she had spent too much time in self-pity, she straightens herself again, making sure that no drops of tears are evident around her eyes.

She wouldn’t want that to see once she appears in front of her.

She holds the flower bouquet as confidently as she can, straightening her posture and commanding her face to look normal again, so that people may perceive that she’s not going through something bad, even if she is.

She leans away from the window.

And passes by the café, walking towards the entrance of her destination at its side.

With a determined look on her face, she glances again to the name of the place, before entering it.

I think I’ll be stuck in the town hospital if it ever happens again.

She enters the reception area, busy noises immediately filled her ears. The familiar white walls seen at every corner of the entrance hall.

Patients and nurses conversed at the triage ward to the right, with people lining up at the outpatient ward to the left. As the only health center in the town, it has no choice but to admit any of its residents coming in for many different reasons.

She became dazed by the environment around her, but refocuses her attention to the receptionist behind the desk.

I want you to have another chance at happiness in life.

She heads towards the receptionist, grasping her bouquet of flowers close to her. Feeling nervous and eagerness in seeing her again.

“Umm…excuse me, miss?” She asks.

“Yes, miss. What’s your name and what are you here for? If you’re going to get yourself checked up then please, line up along the others to the left over there.” She replies, gesturing to the row of chairs behind her.

“Not exactly, miss. Um…my name is Ganyu, and I’m here to visit my…”

She trails at the end, stopping herself.

The receptionist looks at her wonderingly.

“…my girlfriend.”

She’s going to do everything just to see her, even if she has to lie convincingly.

“Oh, I see. Can you tell me her name and where her room is so we could see if you would be able to visit her?” The receptionist asks.

For Ganyu, time seemed to tick faster, yet stop.

“Her name is Keqing, but she hasn’t told me of any room number or any particular place she is situated in.” She replies with an honest tone in her voice.

“Oh, that’s alright. Keqing, right?” The receptionist asks once more.

A nod was Ganyu’s only answer, making sure that her nervousness in her voice wasn’t to be heard.

“Okay, miss, if you could just give me seconds to look her up…”

Silence occupied both parties as one waits for the other’s answer.

“Miss, I’ve found her, and the room she was assigned to.”

Finally.

“Thank you, miss. Where is she?” She asks, trying to conceal her slight excitement.

The receptionist sighed.

“Miss, we have her records here, but she’s not confined here anymore. Now, someone different is occupying the room she was previously in.”

What?

“Not confined here anymore? Was she transferred to another hospital?” She inquires further, with her voice growing tenser.

“Well, no miss. We don’t have any records of her being transferred to another facility nor any records indicating that she was discharged.”

She replies vaguely, as if she’s trying to hide something.

An aching and pulsating feeling is starting to be felt in Ganyu’s forehead.

“I did find one of her documents…someplace else.”

Under anxious breathing, she tried to ask the receptionist a question, but never quite managed to finish it.

“Could it be...?”

A blue-haired woman was seen rushing towards the hospital’s restrooms.

She was running so fast that it ruffled the bouquet of flowers she held tightly, and something from her hair was seen falling and clanging to the floor.

Inside the restroom, its only occupant went immediately straight to the sink, where the girl clutched her head, trying to manage her nauseous feeling and bad headache.

She dropped her disheveled bouquet on the toilet floor.

She looks at the mirror, with a reddish face and messed up hair.

“Keqing…I’m sorry!”

She tried to scream but was unable to, still struggling to catch her breathing.

She stared at her own reflection, keeping herself still. Moments away from losing it.

I’ll be waiting there for you, always…

And the waterworks began.

#genshin impact #keqing #ganyu #ganqing #the best ship there ever was

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nankurunaisafukanona · 2 years

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About Sun. Oct 23~

Ahh!!!! So, i’m so excited to announce that I have big news about what happened one day and wanted to share some “blog things” about my life onto screen on my laptop today then since it was “exciting and fun to experience these little moments of my life then!!!! I shall start explaining whats happened and so on I guess!!!! So, for awhile i’d been interested to going to “Revolving conveyor belt Sushi bar with a tiny cute robot that gives you your drinks and such” before eating and you can “grab your plates afterwards (cause we waited until we got our drinks) and then you can order your dishes from a menu on top aswell!!!! Each tray has 2 Nigiris from what we chose!!!! So mostly we got Nigiri!!!!” Now I have to say mostly I am not “OBSESSED” over Sushi/Nigiri but think its ok but some dishes are too good to ignore!!!! For example I do put a “Mizu Roll from Mizu or “Three Sisters Roll” at the “Three Sisters” before any Ramen unless i’m getting that or “Smoked Salmon sushi, temaki, nigiri or yellowtail and mackerel sushi, temaki or nigiri!!!!” Then they might win with some cream cheese inside!!!! (at first I used to accidentally say sour cream for cream cheese cause I switch the two titles around but now i’m glad everyones not so confused as to what i’m saying anymore!!!! i’ll be giving them some weird dishes in their imaginations!!!!) But, I really wanted to go and try “other really rare sushi since I tried “yellowtail” and “mackerel” which I “love yellowtail better by the way and the yellowtail raw alone I love or as yellowtail jalapeno at Mizu is really good!!!!” But anyways I really excited to get Yellowtail nigiri and Mackerel nigiri too so I got that aswell then!!!! Only they named it “Spanish Mackerel Aji” so it may “be a little bit different” from just “mackerel” then!!!! And it was all good though “and I found out so many good “Fishes now great as nigiri that now its official to say I now have alot of favorite Nigiri dishes” on my list of “Favorite Nigiri dishes!!!! And, its so good I just love it!!!! And all of it is new, and has a distinct taste to it compared to the other ones in my eyes but still seems really “transparent, peaceful, white, soft and fresh in an over-running burst of white, clean energy if thats a senseful way of putting it!!!!” A reason I love fish!!!! (i could say the same for seafood) Or raw yellowtail and mackerel but fish in general is really good just usually like it cooked!!!! And the other sushi usually doesn’t compare to easy-to-find fish cooked but these TAKE THESE DISHES PLACES any moment in time!!!! From cave men age to now!!!! So anyways we had alot of fish so it comes down to alot of dishes being able to just win the table of top course at this top course restaurant with the cute “robot” drink waiter!!!!

But, I will write them all here below in rating of BEST to LEAST in my opinion!!!!

1: Seared Albacore Otoro Nigiri

2. Red Snapper with Yuzu Pepper

3. Albacore Otoro

4. Hamachi Tataki w/ Ponzu

5. Hokkaido Scallop

6. Conch

7. Spanish Mackerel (Aji)

8. Yellowtail

9. Yuzu Jalapeno Sweet Shrimp

10. Sweet Shrimp (Red Shrimp)

11. Seared Scallop Japanese Mayo

12: Seared Salmon Japanese May

11. Herring Roe (orange fish eggs on sushi rice!!!!)

Well, yes and it seems it went well then it was quite good and you get a tiny “Pacman Pin or sticker each time you eat 7 plates so it shows you a Pacman illustration of a game and then you get from this transparent glass box a prize out of this bright yellow sphere!!!! And then you open it to see your surprise!!!! It gets you hoping to accomplish collecting them all depending on who you are!!!!” So we got a pacman “on a Tamago Nigiri” as a pin though and it was fun!!!! Next time, I hope already have somewhere to put them!!!! I have no clue where to put them!!!! But for now its resting in a drawer!!!! Sweet Dreams!!!!

I love the Seared Albacore Otoro Nigiri though!!!! To the sense of my taste buds its still really peaceful, transparent and soft tasting but more dim like a dimmer grey light flickering on top of a peaceful white wall that is clean bright and fresh and glimmery with a white smell!!!! Iif that makes sense.... I consider it when you go to a place with fresh water and you smell THAT. Or someplace even misty. (not from gas) Thats white smell in the air. Usually when that actually happens it makes me feel good. Thats the type of smell I mean. A nice smell. I think I got them in order right. I wrote them down so I know which ones to order next time!!!!

Well, that was a great time with my Mother, Me and my Squishmallow “Dragon!!!!” Before that we went to Buff City Soaps though!!!! And it was so good “I can take in those scents for awhile and get hooked on the sensation of SMELL!!!! It actually is good for me to relax on soaps!!!! Just imagine if you had no way to have scent!!!! That would mean scent would be a miracle to you!!!! So you have to abuse it in every way you can even if that means STICKING SOAP UP YOUR NOSE IN THE BATHROOM OR LAYING IN BED BEFORE YOU SLEEP!!!! But its best to just smell the scents you love by rubbing it on your body the whole time so why not?!?! So, thats what I basically decided to do!!!! So I got two soaps from “Buff City Soaps that day!!!!” I got my favorites “Fruity Loopy” and “Mermaid” and they both smell “colorful and magical!!!!” Like Fruity Loopy “would smell of a spell including fruit loops in it or REAL FRUITS tossed around spinning all the fruits in a circle while it glows out rainbow sunshine and rainbow mist all over the room its an intensifying, fruity positive smell!!!!” My third we couldn’t get cause I was smelling “all the soaps!!!!” And I took too long.... But, next time “we ARE getting Unicorn too!!!! My third favorite!!!!

And, thats the fun time we had Sun - Oct. 23!!!!

But, continuing onward i’ve been also watching alot of movies I used to watch as a kid alot and I liked it alot!!!! And they’re all musicals too!!!! I just saw them and noticed how much I love all these songs more then I did the last time I saw them!!!! Just wish I watched them with the family more often!!!! So, I actually watched my favorite “Halloween/Christmas” movie “the nightmare before christmas” and it was really good again and I love mostly the style and claymation that Tim Burton makes and the Mayor’s face and how it turns worried by switching the back of his face to the front!!!! And I love how Boogie man is made out of MAGGOTS or worms or insects and stuff like that and gets defeated by melting in the gooey liquid!!!! And I love how Sally’s arms and legs come off and get sewn back together!!!! I love the scientist can take out half of his brain!!!! I like the clothing of Sally and her character design and how shes knt together and I love Jack’s outfit but my favorite character is Zero!!!! Hes bright, simple, happy but doesn’t get enough attention!!!! Joking, ts ok!!!! And I love the entire get up of the movie like its truly an art piece n every square inch and corner of the movie combining the scenery with the characters inside of it aswell like its “Abstract art!!!!” I love Zero most cause the bright nose fits the perfect personality of a simple, happy feeling dog!!!! I think the songs mix in well aswell!!!! My favorite ones nowadays are “Oogie Boogie’s Song, What’s This, This is Halloween, Jack’s Obsession, Kidnap Sandy Claws, Making Christmas, Poor Jack, Jack Lament and Sally’s song!!!!”

I love the Oogie Boogie song and “sound” more cause it reminds me “of green slime with corset red threads in x’s going down to up spitting out red and lime green slime all over the blanket or quilt with it knitted on glowing in our eyes shining from the quilts.”

And the other ones I watched that are really good I love to watch and that are my favorites and that don’t grow old on me or to everyone they can say it doesn’t grow old on them are “Singin’ in the rain, Willy Wonka and The Chocolate factory and El Dorado!!!!”

Nowadays for singing in the rain I like “Gotta Dance, Good Morning, Moses Supposes, Make em’ Laugh, Fit as a Fiddle, Beautiful Girls, Singin’ in the Rain and you were meant for me!!!!”

I love the Gotta dance scene most cause “Its messy in background and cartoon or toon like but colorful and everybody else is perfectly normal and not sketched so sketched, cartoony with a neat clear feeling to it and they act like FROZEN STATUES IN TIME which made this abstract type of area in the movie and in broadway unique at that time!!!!” I love gotta dance cause it makes my heart feel like “fluttering scribbles all over a lying detector scribbled simply everywhere with lines all over the place creating a tension and beating from the machine there popping according to the lines being scribbled on the hyperactive lively machine not stopping!!!!”

And for the other one thats Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory I really like the “I want it now, Oompa Loompa/Violet Beauregarde Song (Oompa Loompa) Candy Man, Pure Imagination and Cheer up Charlie!!!!”

I love the I want it now because it reminds me of “confetti colorful in the sky with deep blood red fire burning through each of them in flames and a brownish red background with red stapled present bows torn into shreds still there but hanging broken up there....”

And the other ones for El Dorado I love are “Its tough to be a God, The road to El Dorado, The trail we blaze. Friends Will Never Say Goodbye and without question!!!!”

I love “Its tough to be a God” cause it reminds me of “purple orbs floating beating and popping like a heart with drums in the sky colorful being drummed on continuously with a colorful misty air or rainbow!!!!” (like pride colors)

Oh ok so thats why I love those but mine are actually always all the songs from “movies most times but they’re all really good!!!! I can’t wait and now for now i’ve advertised Kura Sushi Bar, and Buff City Soaps and have rated all the Nigiri dishes actually and just talked about the new movies i’m gonna watch on repeat so i’m gonna go now and fulfill my wishes!!!! On top of that we’re going to Disney soon!!!! And i’m gonna eat the daylight out!!!! Everybody make sure to bring flashlights!!!! I’m eating FUCKING daylight!!!!

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humorlawyer22 · 2 years

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Can I please have some domestic fluff with Azhdaha and Osial 👉🏻👈🏻. Would they be cuddly? Cook? Would they be touch-starved 😉

Of course you can!!! In a world where Azhdaha and Osial were let out of their sealed caverns in order to sign a ‘I will protect Liyue in exchange for my freedom’ contract with Morax….

This was so fun! I wanna write more for them now…hehe..

Osial:

He tends to see himself as better than mortals, he’s proper and somewhat high strung. He was locked away in an era far different than this, so when he arrives in Liyue harbor for the first time in centuries, he’s surprised by everything. The things people eat, their religion, their storytellers…Hell, the dialect is even different (time for Zhongli to tutor his old friends so they don’t sound insane while trying to have a convo with regular folks lol)

He speaks very proper, similar to Zhongli, but he sounds very old fashioned. That is, when he does talk. Osial is quiet, he prefers to listen rather than speak

So when he meets you, his old fashioned tendencies leap out as he tries to court you with handmade gifts like necklaces or glazed pottery. Osial is very skilled with his hands! Back in his day, he’d adorn himself with all sorts of jewelry and headdresses he made himself

He can be very hands on too, before you’re ever on an established relationship he’ll link your arms as you walk down to the harbor or wrap an arm around your waist. Internally, you’ll probably think ‘oh man, we aren’t even together and he’s already this touchy…’ but in reality, that’s just how he is. He links arms with all of his friends because to him, it’s a friendly gesture!!! He fails to realize that in modern times, doing that makes it look like you’re a couple

Due to his imprisonment in the deepest, coldest part of the ocean, Osial is very touch starved. When you hug him for the first time, that’s when you really see it cause he doesn’t want to let go :’) he always smells like the ocean air and incense

Massage his shoulders and hands, he’s never had a massage in his entire life!! This is a new experience that he’ll treasure cause…you’re making him feel so good

When you’re together, he’ll want to go to the beach or take a bath, anywhere with water really. Being able to submerge himself in the tub soothes his skin and mind. When you are together, he’ll show you how he can ‘dissolve’ into the water! He isn’t actually dissolving, he’s kinda turning into water? And melting into it? I’m having a hard time finding the right word for it ahhh-

Osial, while gentlemanly and quiet, does have a temper. Zhongli really brings it out of him just because he thinks it’s funny “You stupid lizard, you better quit stepping on my shoes” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear friend” “MORAX!!!!” “….You must stop calling me that in public” it’s kinda funny to see them interact

Osial is a pescatarian, meaning he is a vegetarian who doesn’t eat any meat except fish. He eats…a lot of fish. Sometimes, instead of cooking the fish he just bought from the market, he’ll take one and sit on the sofa with a book…Then eats it raw as a snack…bones and all…blood dripping down his arm, smeared on his face. This is where Zhongli’s aversion to seafood comes from. When you bring up the fact that watching eat a raw fish that way is somewhat disturbing….Osial, again, doesn’t get it. It’s a fish, there’s nothing gross about eating fish?? Babe the fish isn’t gross but the way you’re eating it is gross

Also, Osial is an old fashioned romantic. I mentioned earlier that he’d make jewelry and stuff for you but he’d also write poems for you too :) are they good? Well…’good’ is subjective

Azhdaha:

When Morax sealed him away, Azhdaha had been his most loyal companion. After the god of contracts gave him a set of eyes, Azhdaha swore to protect him. He followed him around, did almost everything he was asked to do

He had centuries to ponder his behavior when he was locked away. He sat and mourned the loss of his freedom, the loss of his dearest friend

So when Morax came to release him, he leapt at the opportunity to come up out of the ground

Azhdaha’s human form is TALL, like 6’5, and Liyue harbor is noooot meant for people that tall. He’s gotta duck when going through doors and kinda hunch in areas with low ceilings. He has a good sense of humor so he thinks it’s funny how he’s so tall, he makes jokes about it and laughs :)

Speaking of laughing, Azhdaha does NOT have an inside voice, he talks super loud!! He’s a bit rowdy too, he doesn’t like sitting still for long and loves going on adventures together

Azhdaha used to be blind and even though he has had eyes for centuries now, he never takes a sight for granted. He’ll watch the sunset, take ‘mental pictures’ of you when he thinks you look pretty, he’ll make you stand and watch street performances even if you’ve seen them ten times already just cause he loves it

His favorite colors are red, purple and orange. They’re just pleasing to his eyes! So when you wear those colors he’s sure to take as many ‘mental pictures’ as he can :) cute

He isn’t really a good cook but he DOES try. Cooking usually takes a delicate touch which he just doesn’t really have lol he’s got big hands

Azhdaha isn’t the best at cooking and is insecure about picking gifts, he just worries you won’t like it :( sooooo the way he shows his affection is by just hanging around you all the time! He’ll help with commissions, come pick flowers or break open cor lapis for you, go fishing with you, whatever you want to do!!

Once he’s fallen for you, it’s pretty easy to tell, he isn’t very subtle :) cuuute! You can just see it in his eyes….he’s totally infatuated with you

Zhongli will tease him too just cause it’s funny to fluster the gentle giant

((Thank you for reading this far!! Now I have a question, should/can I pick a human name for Osial and Azhdaha? Or should I just keep their god names when writing for them? I think I have a name for each but idk 😅))

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Bad Boys of the Greek Cuisine

Everyone’s taste is different but the Greek Cuisine is generally acknowledged as a very tasty cuisine with both European and Middle Eastern influences. Not only that but it is considered one of the healthiest diets in the world with one of its branches, the Cretan diet, taking the first place the last time I checked. The secret of this cuisine’s success lies on the use of top quality and very fresh products and not so much on the use of many or unusual ingredients. However, that’s not to say that the Greek cuisine does not come with its fair share of extreme dishes. Here are some of them: Πατσάς - Patsás Patsas is a tripe soup / stew aka a stew made of stomach. It looks innocent and it is usually eaten as a comfort food but the cooking process smells like the name sounds... In Greece, there are shops called Patsatzídika that stay open until way past midnight and offer exclusively this dish and they are preferred after a lot of alcohol consumption. I had to remove the picture because I had eleven in this post and Tumblr sucks. I removed Patsas because it is the most normal looking one. Χοχλιοί μπουμπουριστοί - Hochlií buburistí Probably the Greek dish with the hardest name, at least for me. It is a traditional dish of Crete island but you can enjoy it all around Greece, provided that you are eager to eat... snails.

Κοκορέτσι - Kokoretsi Kokoretsi is a roasted dish made of animal intestines, livers and lungs served in slices. While this name does not originate from the Greek language, the dish was already loved by the Byzantine Greeks who called it “Chordae” meaning cords. The dish is hard to be prepared as it is necessary that the intestines are very carefully cleaned with tools such as pencils and knitting needles. In Greece it is often served at Easter.

Σπληνάντερο - Splinándero It is what its name means: Spleen and Large Bowel. Plus heart. From old sheep and goats. Also served at Easter because apparently Greeks go feral during Easter.

Μαγειρίτσα - Mayiritsa Another Easter classic, served during the Holy Saturday, Mayiritsa is a liver and heart soup. It’s certainly not for the faint of... nose such as me who I had to leave the house as my mum was cooking it. This is why recently a new type of Mayiritsa is trending, which replaces the organs with mushrooms and it is ideal for vegetarians and people with a sensitive nose. Nevertheless, most people love traditional Mayiritsa. Once I found an ice cream shop in Thessaloniki serving a mayiritsa flavour. What the heck.

By they way we have like another gazillion intestine dishes for some unknown reason but I will skip them to make this post more varied. Αχινοί - Raw Urchins This is a delicacy to several sea cuisines around the world. Greece is one of them. Recipe: go to a beach with clear waters, look for an urchin, hold it carefully, cut the living urchin in half with a knife and pour fresh lemon juice on it. That's it, that's the recipe.

Χταπόδι - Octopus This is by no means an extreme food in Greece but I include it here because I was surprised to find out it is nowhere as common in most countries and people often have a strong reaction to it. Well, in Greece we only have a reaction of fierce love for it. Octopus is used in several Greek dishes but the most iconic is probably grilled octopus marinated in vinegar often served with Greek sauerkraut salad. Seafood restaurants often hang fresh fished octopuses outside their shops and let them dry in the sun. It is a classic image of Greece and a sign the restaurant offers very fresh products. It was literally grabbed from the sea and flung to your face, top that level of freshness if you can.

Σπινιάλο - Spinialo Spinialo is a traditional seafood dish originating from the island of Kalymnos. The dish consists of fouskes, sea squirts that are marinated in a bottle of seawater. These primitive marine vertebrates usually attach themselves to shells and rocks, and when cut in half, fouskes reveal a soft flesh with a strong and bitter flavor and a texture that's similar to scrambled eggs.

Αρνί στη σούβλα - Skewered lamb If you are in anyway familiar with Greece, you probably know what the main event of our Easter feasts is. Roasting a whole skewered lamb. I imagine people freaking out at that. But, hey, it's a huge part of our tradition. And don't mind me saying, it bloody tastes insane. It's funny that in 27 years of life, now that I'm typing this in English, it is the first time it occurs to me that some people could potentially find this weird.

Πεσκανδρίτσα - Angler fish This hideous fish is eaten in two ways. Its...uhm... head is a common ingredient of Greek fish soups. I am personally not that much into soups or fish but let me tell you and sign this as well: this unassuming fellow has the most delicious tail. Its tail is called Μπρασκοουρά (Braskourá) and is heaven when fried. Don't look at it, just read my words and trust them.

Κεφαλάκι σούπα - Head soup The name sounds too generic but at least it is only about (poor) goats and sheep. This dish is getting a little too extreme for young Greeks but in my parents' generation, parents would chase the children to eat the eyes because that supposedly made you clever. The tongue was enjoyed too. Anyway, I'll spare you of a graphic image.

I am loth to end this fantastic post but the new BETA mode I am on forbids more than 10 pictures (that’s the actual reason I did not add a head soup picture and not that I am kind-hearted) so I'm gonna end this with the weirdest type of meat we eat. Like I said above, some things here might look a bit much, but when it comes to the types of meat Greeks eat, we really don't like taking the uncommon path. Greek cuisine is more mellow than extreme. Ironically, Greeks eat meats well done or medium at most because they are squeamish at the idea of eating bloody or remotely raw meat. So they eat a load of bowels and heads that stare at your soul but at least they are cooked for, like, 6 hours, you know, to ensure they are absolutely dead. Greeks typically devour eat farm animals, poultry, boars and a few commonly hunted birds, almost all fish and seafood. They also eat rabbits and hares (would that be considered uncommon? IDK) but that's where it ends. For instance, deer can be found in Greek supermarkets but nobody wants to eat such a gorgeous being and if you eat horse intentionally, you might as well get kicked out of the country (exaggeration but still). So, farm mammals, a few birds, fish and seafood. And snails. That's all. Oh! And- Βατραχοπόδαρα - Frog legs Frog legs is a traditional delicacy of the mountainous lakeside city of Ioannina. It is the only region of Greece where frogs are eaten. It is a tasty looking dish and those who have tried it say it actually tastes a lot like chicken. Actually sign me up for this. I mean, look at that. Why the hell not?

Now I wonder how many people decided to all of a sudden not travel to Greece and how many decided to come just now. And I wonder what that nice Anon who complimented my delicious food posts thinks now. But remember, Greek cuisine might have some bad boys but it also has many good good gooooood ones.

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MDZS prompt: Maybe Lan Wanji realising his feelings before the war and hesitantly trying to court Wei Wuxian while he is a student? Or non-war AU where Lan Wanji chooses to marry into Jiang Sect rather than see Wei Wuxian struggle under Lan way of life only to find he really likes being a Jiang (maybe gets on well with in-laws)

It was Madame Yu that came to find out what the fight was about, of course.

Her husband was still injured from the fight against Wen Ruohan some years back, the one that had won the Nie sect so much acclaim and which to this day made Sect Leader Jin’s teeth grit and his blood boil, and he rarely travelled far any more. No one was entirely sure why this change had led to Madame Yu’s abrupt improvement in temper; perhaps it was that he was unlikely to have more children, or perhaps her worries had finally been appeased by his formal announcement that he would start the slow process of handing over the tasks of Sect Leader to Jiang Cheng when he came fully of age.

The changes hadn’t made much of a difference to Wei Wuxian’s life before, since Madame Yu hadn’t had a radical personality transplant, still being harsh and vicious, but he had to admit that it was extremely pleasant to see her make mincemeat of Sect Leader Jin using nothing but her sharp tongue.

She even threatened to revoke the engagement, which everyone knew she wouldn’t do – well, everyone but Sect Leader Jin, that was. Either way, he put on such a disgraceful appearance that Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had ended up sympathizing with Jin Zixuan for the first time in their lives, and somehow when the punishment that had been imposed on all three of them was over they were maybe even something resembling friends that only mildly hated each other.

Madame Yu had decided to stay at the Cloud Recesses for the duration of the punishment, for reasons known only to her, and it was her that raised the topic over dinner one evening.

“You need to stop playing with that boy’s heart,” she said, drinking her soup with grace and only a slight wrinkling of the nose over the fact that it was, yet again, vegetarian.

Jiang Cheng looked at Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian looked at Jiang Cheng and neither of them saw Jiang Yanli anywhere around – her being back at the Lotus Pier, that was reasonable – so they both looked in askance at Madame Yu.

“Wei Wuxian,” she clarified. “You’ve been playing courting games with the Second Young Master Lan for weeks under my very nose; do you think I haven’t noticed?”

Wei Wuxian gaped. “Courting games? With – Lan Zhan? That’s impossible. I don’t cut my sleeve.”

“You should let him know that, then,” she said. “He’s already completed seven of the twelve courtship rites the Lans require before a proposal of marriage.”

“Are you sure?” Jiang Cheng asked, a little doubtful. “I thought he hated Wei Wuxian.”

“Hatred and affection can often look very similar to the untrained eye,” Madame Yu said. “Well, Wei Wuxian? What are you going to do about it?”

“I – I…”

“He’ll tell him tomorrow, of course,” Jiang Cheng said. “What else would he do?”

“I need to think about it,” Wei Wuxian said, and dashed out of the house they’d all been occupying.

Madame Yu smiled into her cup of tea. “Jinzhu, go tell Lan Qiren that I’d like to speak with him tomorrow afternoon,” she said to her maidservant. “And tell him that this may be something that requires Qingheng-jun’s approval.”

“What do you need Sect Leader Lan’s approval for?” Jiang Cheng asked, blinking as the maidservant headed out.

“Settling the terms of the marriage, of course.”

“Marriage? But Wei Wuxian isn’t going to –”

Madame Yu left the Cloud Recesses for the Lotus Pier with her son and eldest disciple in tow three days later, marriage contract in hand and a smug expression on her face.

The Lotus Pier was very different from the Cloud Recesses.

Lan Wangji still habitually rose every morning at the prescribed hour and went to bed at the same, but unlike the quiet serenity of Gusu, the people of Yunmeng were always active, day or night.

There was a market at every hour: the morning fish-market, full of bickering fishwives and rowdy fishermen that all knew Lan Wangji by sight and called out to him; the midday mixed market, full of every type of ware imaginable from artisan crafts to flowers to clothing to fruit to food; and even after the afternoon rest period ended it was only the start of setting up for the night market, as much Wei Wuxian’s domain as the morning market was Lan Wangji’s.

They went together, sometimes.

Wei Wuxian would yawn and complain at first, wrinkling his nose at the smell of raw fish, but he’d marvel over the sunrise and make fast friends with everyone he met, making silly expressions as he tried new types of food minutes after the ingredients had been pulled out of the waves.

For his part, Lan Wangji would indulgently hold all the things Wei Wuxian bought in the night market. It was usually food: sticks of tanghulu, skewers of grilled seafood, cheese broiled lobsters and spicy rice-cakes. Sometimes it was clothing, usually gifts; other times it was just knick-knacks that nobody needed but which Wei Wuxian simply had to have and usually gave away a few moments later.

At other times, they went to the lotus ponds, where Wei Wuxian taught him how to eat fresh-picked lotus seeds and tried to teach him how to run away when the owners came yelling (Lan Wangji refused to run and paid more in silver for the seeds they’d taken than the entire pond was worth); they went to the restaurants, where Lan Wangji ate food that burned his mouth and made his eyes fill with tears that Wei Wuxian would wipe away with his fingers, feeding him white rice and promising him he’d adjust soon enough; they walked along the river in the light of the sunset, hand in hand, saying nothing at all.

At least one day a week, Wei Wuxian would insist on taking Lan Wangji somewhere new, to see or do something he hadn’t done yet; it was as if he were anxious to show him everything there was to see about Yunmeng before their six months were up, before they went back to Gusu for the six months of the year that they would spend there, no matter how many times Madame Yu impatiently reminded him that there was no need to rush.

No need to rush at all: after all, they were married, now. They had the rest of their lives to show each other everything they wanted.

And yet – Lan Wangji understood a little of that urgency. He spent entire afternoons writing lists of things in Gusu he would show Wei Wuxian when they went back there: the secret springs, the gardens, the grove he’d pretended to tend when he was just a child. He’d take him to the fruit orchard and feed him plums and cherries plucked straight from the trees, see the red smeared over his smiling mouth and use his own to kiss it clean.

He’d take him to the place where they kept his mother’s memorial tablet, and they would kneel in front of it together again, the way they had at his wedding, and this time Lan Wangji would tell him the story of what happened with her, the hidden tragedy of it, and he’d promise him that he’d never permit the same.

But that would all come later: for now, they were at the Lotus Pier.

Things were happy at the Lotus Pier: Jiang Fengmian, who no longer rose from his chair, looked at his wife with some puzzled awe in his eyes, and she reveled in it as their children watched them with great relief. Jiang Yanli was kind and a little mischievous, Jiang Cheng was kind and not mischievous at all, and Wei Wuxian – was Wei Wuxian.

They were together all the time.

Lan Wangji was happy.

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justslowdown · 3 years

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Drugs cw, psychedelics cw, let me know what else to tag

I don't know if this will amuse anyone else but I find it funny. LSD made me love spicy food

Growing up I was the kind of kid, and teenager, and young college student, who stuck to specific foods and flavors. I don't know if I had the sensory stuff that makes them nasty for some people, or if I just wasn't adventurous enough

After one of many many trips, this one more....... extended than most, a lot of journaling, etc, I had a strong emotion. Which cannot be summed up or even remembered by non-psychedelic Cyril.

This is the same trip that got me drinking water all the time lmao

So. I jogged two miles to the health food store (no that isn't a joke, and no I'm not a health food person OR a jogger) and got a shitton of food I didn't like or was afraid to try

I deeply enjoyed all of it. Absolutely delicious. Even in the days after, my brain had been just jumbled enough that everything I ate I experienced for the first time and LOVED.

Now I'm the kind of asshole who eats grossly spicy food, and loves brussels sprouts and artichokes, enjoys extra rare steak and sushi that's 75% raw fish, drinks water ALL THE TIME as a preference over soda, and craves salads.

I still eat carb heavy extra processed stuff most of the time (which my body resents me for) but I LOVE the things a lot of people think are gross

Literally a day before this experience, I stuck to the tried and true things I enjoyed when I had a child palate. It's honestly amazing what a complete turn-it-off-and-on-again extra heavy duty trip can do. Not recommending that to people who aren't experienced and comfortable with it. Just. Imagining what past me would say about eating seafood mix curry at 4/5 spice level. I'd assume it was trying to impress someone but now that genuinely tastes extremely fucking good

I also reassessed my entire asshole worldview and goals in life after similar trips. Man. I should..... start growing shrooms again or something. Has helped me so much more than therapy ahfhffh

DO NOT GO TRY THESE THINGS without experienced friends helping you! Seriously! They can fuck you as profoundly as I've been helped. Just... in a mood to share tonight because the human brain is incredible

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jgvfhl · 3 years

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Help I can't stop--

--writing little fics that all involve saving Fives and sometimes other people and then just having Domino hugs at the end. so. yeah. This one has Tup in it! And an Ao3 link~

no warnings ^_^ about 6400 words, very fluffy by the end

Tup liked the busier nights at work, which he hadn’t quite expected. Bartending was a lot more pressure than working behind the scenes--washing dishes or prepping food before the night started--but Tup honestly liked it. Maybe it was his military training rising to the constant stream of orders and people and voices, or maybe he just liked the other bartenders better than the kitchen staff. Whatever it was, tonight was looking to be one of the busiest that week, and Tup only found happy anticipation to meet it.

Maybe a part of it was bartending meant he didn’t have Fives constantly over his shoulder, watching his every move to make sure he didn’t blow their cover or something. After over eight months here, eight months of considerable safety, he still hadn’t relaxed. The only reason Tup was “allowed” behind the bar in front of the customers was the cantina’s owner, Mira. She was the only reason either of them were alive after literally washing up on her doorstep during flood season, so she held some sway. She’d given them beds, meals, she’d never once threatened to turn them in for desertion--all for the requirement they help the aging weequay with her business, the Mirage cantina and inn. They would be fools to refuse, and if that meant Tup was up front, he went up front.

He still worried, naturally. Not so much about the GAR finding them anymore, not so much about the Jedi coming after him, not so much about how each day would end, those fears had largely subsided. Mostly, he worried about his brothers. Fives had explained the chips to him, as much as he knew. It had been a chilling revelation, and it still gnawed at both of their minds, despite having theirs removed. It was constant knowledge that each of his brothers had a ticking time bomb stowed in the back of their brain, just waiting to turn them all against the very people they were built to serve. Fives had sent an encrypted comm to the first person he thought might know how to help: Kix. Hopefully the medic would be prudent with the little knowledge Fives had sent, and hopefully he would know to keep it a damn secret until something concrete could be done about it.

Despite this--despite all of this--Tup had to leave it be. This little riverside town in the far outer rim rarely got news of the war unless battles approached, and just about no mention of Corusanti or Republic politics at all. He had no way to know what was happening. He had no way to affect what was happening. He had to leave it be. Tonight was busy enough without adding the small chaos of his own inner thoughts.

Fives had yet to accept this. Fives… Tup had been serving with Fives for almost a year now. He’d been through plenty of battles with him, hell, he’d survived Umbara with Fives. Fives had a way of… condensing his personality on the field, a way of putting the softer and more vulnerable parts of himself carefully away into some safebox behind walls to protect it from whatever he saw or did in the heat of war. But, afterwards, the old jokes and friendly punches came back in full force, usually helping everyone relax after the battle.

Fives hadn’t taken that safebox out yet.

In fact, Tup wasn’t sure Fives had escaped Ringo Vinda yet. He still saw the same guarded expressions, the same sharp, scrutinizing stare from the field. Maybe it was Tup’s “youth” showing. Shininess. But it had been over eight months since they’d escaped Kamino, and well over six since they’d faced any real danger. Fives couldn’t keep those walls up forever, could he?

Tup couldn’t really remember the last time he’d heard him laugh.

“You got everything you need over there?”

Tup pulled his mind back to his job. “Yeah, thanks, Dan,” he turned to his co-worker over his shoulder. Danula was Mira’s granddaughter, and definitely Tup’s favorite to work with out of the other bartenders. They got along famously--the first nattie friend he’d ever had.

“Looked a little lost in thought,” she replied. “Can’t have that on a busy night, you know?”

“Yeah, ‘course not,” Tup nodded, already moving to refill a pair of glasses. Service with a smile. Wasn’t that one of General Fisto’s mottos? He could have sworn he’d heard it from one of Commander Monnk’s men. Maybe in the same conversation about eating raw seafood like it was okay (which it wasn’t, it was disgusting). At least on a drier planet, he didn’t have that to bother him.

Tup caught sight of one of the regulars making his way through the crowded cantina. He glanced over his shoulder again at Dan, who was now at the other side of the circular bar. She’d be happy to see him.

“Hey, Carreth, good to see you,” Tup greeted the weequay who had arrived.

“Minnow--” Tup’s cover name, part of the precautions of desertion-- “a busy night, I see,” he smiled, craning his neck to catch a glance at Dan behind Tup. Mira and everyone who worked at the cantina knew about Carreth’s crush on Dan. Mira was fine with it, Dan’s parents were fine with it. Dan… had literally only figured it out last week. She was warming quickly to it, though. Carreth was nice, and frankly, too far gone to do anything stupid.

“Yeah, Mirage is a popular place this week,” Tup answered. “I’ll grab Dan for you.”

“Ah--I should tell you,” Carreth said, raising a hand and leaning in. “I noticed a group of your ah… family in town. They might make an appearance.”

Brothers. Tup paused, putting down the bottle of rum he’d pulled for Carreth. “How many? Can you tell me the color of their armor?”

“Kind of… black and red?” Carreth answered, tapping a finger on his chin between two horns. “Only five of them.”

Black and red? Odd. But he just nodded, casting an eye towards the doors. “Thanks for the heads up.” He filled a glass of Carreth’s preferred Corellian rum and left the bottle, then turned to get Dan.

He nearly bowled her over instead, only catching himself with half a second to spare. “Whoa! Hey, sorry--”

“Clones--at the door,” she said at the same time.

He looked. Well. He’d be hard-pressed to miss the guy who looked more Alpha-class than CT, which was more than a little worrying. But he didn’t recognize the armor at all. It didn’t even look regulation. Who were these guys?

“Okay, okay, yeah,” he said, seeing the new arrivals had put Dan on edge almost more than they had him. “Carreth just told me, he’s over there.”

“He did--wait, when--oh.” He turned her around and gave her a gentle push towards her admirer.

“Don’t worry about me, okay?” Force, he was happy Fives had the night off. He would have dragged Tup out of the bar and upstairs to their room before Carreth had finished the warning.

Tup stood his ground, now switched places with Dan on the bar. He kept an eye on the squad of five, watching carefully as they found a table on the edge of the room, then even more carefully as two of them made their way up to the bar in the center of the room.

Dan--Maker bless her--nearly gave up Carreth’s winning smiles to take their orders, but Tup wanted to find out exactly what they were doing here. He waved his hand at her, urging her back to her station.

The two men did stop and stare when he faced them over the bar. “What can I do for you?”

He used their pause to get a better look at them. The one on the left had long dark curls held out of his face by a red bandana with a small skull visible on one side of it. Speaking of skulls, it must have been their squad symbol, because half a skull was tattooed in black over the left side of his face, and the design was replicated in white on the helmet under his arm. The other, Tup had to do a double take, only because he’d never seen a clone with… studs? Ports? Metal… things implanted into his head, clearly visible because of his close haircut. Another quick glance caught the glint of cybernetic metal for a right hand. This guy had seen some things.

“Hi,” the first clone said, a little hesitant.

“This is a surprise,” the other said, a bit more confident. “Pleasant one, I guess.”

Tup shrugged. “As long as you’re not gonna get me in trouble, there won’t be any unpleasant ones.”

The second clone smiled and nodded. “I think some drinks and credits are all that need to change hands here.”

Tup liked this guy. Or at least respected him. “I can do that.”

The tattooed clone rattled off the orders in a way that said these were regular drink requests from the squad.

As he busied himself pulling out five glasses for them, the second clone asked, “Is that a tattoo there?”

Tup looked up to see his head tilted curiously, left hand pointing under his own right eye. “Uh… yeah.” He’d used to keep the teardrop tattoo covered, either a bandage or makeup when Dan could help him, but he’d been leaving it bare lately. Abruptly, Tup was aware that his looks hadn’t changed that much since Ringo Vinda. His hair was still long enough to keep in a bun, and the only difference was the shaved right side of his head where the chip had been removed. He hadn’t wanted to shave his whole head to start over, and he kind of liked the new look. But he still looked a lot like… well. Himself.

“I served with a brother with a mark like that, just looks familiar,” the clone said.

Small talk, clone style. Tup could do this. “Yeah, what was he like? Or is like.”

The other shrugged. “Kinda quiet, pretty nice kid. Didn’t know him for that long before…” He rubbed his head. “Well. Before a few incidents.” Tup could only imagine. “Never found out what happened to him, though. Guess he ran off before I got out.”

His squadmate turned a raised brow on him. “This the one your batcher dragged off about the…” He glanced at Tup. “The thing?”

Tup tried not to stare too pointedly as he finished off the third drink and moved on to the last two--the more complicated orders of the group. That sounded an awful lot like Fives talking about the chips.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Tup.”

He was rather proud of himself for not losing focus and completely ruining the cocktail by adding about three times the vodka needed by freezing up while pouring. But also who the ever-loving kriff were these guys? He started running through what the bandana-ed clone had just said. Unfortunately, he was stopped mid-review by the other one interrupting his thoughts.

“Hey, that reminds me. Can I ask something?”

Tup carefully finished the drink at hand and nodded, now kind of wishing he’d let Dan handle this. “Sure.”

“You haven’t seen any other clones since you… left, have you?”

“No, don’t think so.” Technically not a lie. He and Fives hadn’t seen any others since deserting. But, he could no longer avoid the obvious question of his own. “Can I--um… what do I call you?”

“Echo.”

Well. Tup was pretty sure there would only be one Echo who knew his name and might even be looking for him. There was only, of course, the small hurdle of his supposed death about… a year and, what--five months ago? But that might be the “incidents” he had mentioned earlier, and of course, it would explain his mention of the batchmate Tup had disappeared with.

Fives.

“Give me a minute,” he said, and hurried over to Dan across the way.

She must have been hyper-aware of the little conversation, because she had turned around before he made it to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, I promise,” he said. “I just need you to fill in for a few minutes, there’s something I need to take care of, then I’ll be right back, okay?”

“What?”

“Just--” He floundered a moment, debating how much to tell her. “I know one of them. He’s Blue’s best friend--like best best friend--they haven’t seen each other in a year, longer than that.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “Please, they need to talk to each other, I just need to bring him upstairs, okay? Nothing’s wrong.”

Her eyes narrowed at him, her already lined skin gaining more furrows. But, eventually, she nodded, shooing him away with her hands. “Fine, but I’m not finishing this shift on my own.”

“I’ll be back,” he promised again, moving to the little door in the circular bar. He weaved his way around customers to Echo. “Hi, I’ll start over,” he began, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. “I’m Tup, Fives is upstairs, I’m taking you to him, okay? Cool.”

Without waiting for an answer (because it had to be yes), he grabbed Echo’s wrist and began tugging him through the throngs of people and around tables towards the “Employees Only” door that led upstairs. Echo didn’t protest. In fact, he didn’t even say much except to add to Tup’s many “excuse mes” and “thank yous” as they pushed through people to get to the stairs.

But once the door had swung back shut again, he pulled Tup up.

“What?”

Echo breathed a quiet laugh. “Hello to you too, Tup. Take a breath.”

Tup released his wrist and let him climb the stairs at his own pace. In doing so, he finally noticed Echo’s boots didn’t look quite right, and it took him several seconds to realize this was because there were no feet attached. The more he looked, he recognized cybernetics from at least the knees down on both legs. “Oh, sorry.” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for dragging Echo away or for not realizing what had changed.

“It’s okay.” He put a hand on Tup’s shoulder as they climbed. “How are you both? You and Fives.”

“I’m pretty good,” he answered, silently agonizing over the slower pace Echo had set. “Fives is uh…” He paused, trying to find words that wouldn’t alarm Echo too much. “He’s… been better?”

Echo raised a brow at him, hesitating a step before continuing at a slightly faster pace. “What do you mean?”

Tup sighed. “He’s… I dunno. It’s like he’s…” Words failed him again, and now they had reached the landing on the second floor. The room he and Fives shared was only five doors down. “It’s like he’s hollow, but he’s too full of too much at the same time. It’s why I didn’t want to wait for him to see you.”

Echo nodded, gesturing for Tup to lead on. “I understand. Probably wouldn’t have wanted to wait even if he was okay.”

A knot of anticipation was slowly tightening in Tup’s chest as they approached the door and Tup knocked. He knew Fives was here, and it was technically Tup’s room too, but Fives didn’t like surprises. Anymore, at least. This had to work. If there was anyone in the galaxy who could get Fives out of this person hell he’d put himself in, it was Echo, right? That was how it worked: Echo and Fives, Fives and Echo, the Domino twins, always. Tup wasn’t sure what he’d do if this didn’t work.

______

The first thing that struck Echo about the room was the clear division of lived-in disorder and absent organisation. The room itself was clearly meant for customers and had simply been repurposed to allow Fives and Tup to live there semi-permanently. There were two beds, a connected ‘fresher near the door, a table with two lamps between the beds--all the trappings of a typical (if low-end) motel. But the bed farthest from the door remained impeccably made up in military fashion, there were no personal belongings out that weren’t currently in use, not even a stray sock. It was a CO’s dream, sure, but…

He looked at the other bed--Tup’s bed. It was made, but not impeccably so. There were stray clothes in one corner, a datapad thrown on the covers, little knickknacks on the table beside it. It looked lived in. Tup had claimed this space, a while ago, from the looks of it. Echo remembered the state Fives’ bunk had been in sometimes, the utter chaos happening below his own bunk. What had happened?

“Fives?” Tup stopped where the room widened out to their sleeping area, and Echo stopped behind him.

His batchmate was sitting cross-legged on his bed with a mouse droid in front of him in carefully disassembled pieces, next to a soldering kit and a datapad. He looked a bit like Tech at the moment, except for the distinct lack of goggles and the tank top and shorts.

But it was definitely Fives. Same little tattoo on his temple, same stupid goatee on his chin.

“What’s wrong?” Fives asked, not looking up from the mouse droid’s guts. Echo frowned a little. Tup hadn’t been exaggerating. He sounded… flat.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Tup answered. “There’s someone you should see, is all.”

That made Fives look up, and his reaction was instantaneous. He shoved the soldering iron into its holder with one hand while the other found a blaster pistol that had been hidden behind his body on the bed and raised it at Echo. “Who the hell is that?” he growled in a voice Echo had only ever associated with battle. The voice alone was enough to set him on edge, like Fives had just given a warning of enemy incoming and hadn’t just pointed his blaster at him.

“It’s Echo!” Tup shot back, stepping more fully in front of him--between him and the blaster. “Fives, it’s Echo. Maker’s sake, put the blaster down.”

“Echo’s dead, and people lie,” Fives replied in the same stern voice as he rose from the bed to stand at its foot. “Get away from him.” The pistol never wavered, true to ARC standards.

Echo knew he was unrecognizable. When he’d arrived at the RMB on Anaxes after being rescued from Skako Minor, it had been painfully obvious just how much he didn’t look like himself from the way that Jesse and Kix and Hardcase and the others had reacted. Now, with a different haircut, and metal limbs, and no handprint of any kind on his armor, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that Fives didn’t believe it was him. But it still hurt like something vital had just crumpled inside his chest.

“Fives!” There was a note of desperation in Tup’s voice now. How long had they been living like this? Echo remembered the urgency with which Tup had dragged him up here, not even bothering to find out what they were doing here, or if they were a threat to their safety. A while, then.

“Get. Away.”

“No! This is ridiculous!”

“You can scan my wrist if you want,” Echo cut in, holding up his remaining arm. “ID tattoo.” The subdermal pattern of invisible ink would pull up his public military record on any device, displaying his designation and current and previous stations.

This made Fives pause, actually thinking about it.

“Please, Fives?” Tup asked.

After a tense moment, Fives exhaled sharply through his nose, which meant he had relented. He pointed towards a dresser with his free hand. “Fine, grab the scanner.”

Tup took a step forward, then paused to ask, “You’re not gonna shoot him, right?”

A muscle in Fives’ jaw flexed. “I’m not gonna shoot him.”

Tup still moved cautiously, keeping a close eye on Fives as he left his position between Echo and the blaster aimed at him. For his part, Echo slowly moved to take off his vambrace and glove on his left hand, then pulling up the sleeve of his blacks a few inches. Tup stood in front of the dresser between them, fiddling with the handheld scanner.

“Do you wanna do this?” he said to Fives, sounding… tired. Poor kid.

Fives shook his head. “You do it.” It was the gentlest his voice had sounded since they’d walked in. It gave Echo some hope. If Fives could still care this much about keeping Tup safe, the rest of him was still in there. It was just a little buried.

Tup walked over and he held out his wrist for him. The scanner sort of… tickled a bit, after being part of a computer for several months with the Techno Union. It seemed whatever they did to him had made him a bit more sensitive to the electromagnetic spectrum. The stripes of the ID tattoo lit up blue briefly as the device picked them up, and there was a soft beep when it finished.

“Sorry about this,” Tup murmured while the device was processing.

“Don’t, it’s not your fault,” Echo replied with a small smile.

He returned to Fives, holding out the device as a hologram display appeared from it:

ARC-1409

Formerly 501 Legion, Torrent Co

MIA: [unavailable]

POW retrieved from [unavailable] by Gen. Anakin Skywalker, CT-7567, CF99

Reassigned to CF99

It was different than the one Echo had seen, because the GAR devices and droids could pull up his full record, dates included, but it had the important stuff. Echo skimmed the short document, then watched Fives read it through. He saw his batchmate’s eyes hover on the picture in the upper left corner, taken about a month after his rescue. He looked much better now than in that picture. Fives read it through twice, and after the second time through, he reached out and took the device from Tup. The arm holding the pistol lowered its aim from Echo’s head to his feet.

“I have a shift to finish,” Tup said, stepping away once the scanner was out of his hands. “Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

Fives didn’t respond, just watched Tup turn and leave.

And that left the two of them alone.

For a moment or two, they didn’t move. Fives seemed lost in thought after reading the document, and Echo didn’t want to startle him. Eventually, he clicked the device off and set it down on top of the dresser, the arm with the blaster now hanging loose at his side.

“How did you find us?” he asked quietly, still facing the dresser. His voice was still unreadable to the inexperienced ear, but Echo could hear a difference. He was still wary. But he wasn’t actively threatening him, and that was a distinct improvement.

“Accident,” Echo replied truthfully. “We needed to stop for fuel after a mission, and the boys wanted a drink, so…” He figured the rest of the story was self-explanatory. When Fives didn’t follow with another question, he added, “Do you believe it’s me now?”

Fives’ empty hand slowly curled into a fist on top of the dresser, then slowly relaxed. “I think so,” he answered.

“Can I ask you to put the blaster down?”

His batchmate looked down at the weapon, like he’d only just noticed it. After another moment of thought, he set it down beside the scanner, then finally looked up at Echo. “What happened to you?”

He shrugged. He was used to people staring at him by now, with all his machinery, and even more used to that question. “An explosion and a few mad scientists.” He took a step towards Fives, encouraged when he made no move for the blaster in response. “The Seppies handed me over to the Techno Union after they pulled me out of The Citadel.” He gestured to his legs and head with his prosthetic hand. “They did all this.”

“Why?”

Echo took another step towards him, scrutinizing his face for the tells and signs he had grown up learning. Even ARC training couldn’t hide it all from him, so despite the emotionless front Fives had put up--and had had on since Echo had walked in, he could tell a few things. Most glaringly, he was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, in some aspects. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping well, if at all, for days at a time, if the shadows under his eyes were anything to go by.

“To get the strategic algorithm,” he answered, keeping his voice soft and even, giving no signs he could see how bad Fives looked. “The one I made with Rex. I guess they were using it on Anaxes about two and a half months after you and Tup left. Rex recognized it, and that’s how they found me.” Fives nodded. He looked numb behind the exhaustion. He rubbed his face roughly, and Echo took another couple steps forward. “No one’s coming after you, Fives.”

He watched his shoulders tense, hands still over his face.

“I mean it. The stuff you sent to Kix about the chips--you did the right thing. We’ve figured a lot of it out, we know Tup wasn’t in control of himself on Ringo Vinda. We know someone set this whole thing up. No one is coming after you, I promise.”

Slowly, Fives’ hands lowered from his face, and Echo’s heart leapt. Finally, he could see something in his eyes. They were no longer forcefully void of emotion, guarded by walls built during ARC training. It would have made Echo smile, if what he saw hadn’t been such overwhelming loneliness. It made sense now that Tup had described a kind of hollowness. If he’d seen something like it before Citadel, he would have wasted no time dragging his brother into a hug and not letting go until he felt the stress ease from his muscles. But then was not now. Fives was hurting, yes. But Echo had to be patient.

He stayed put as Fives moved again, this time over to the foot of the bed to sit on the floor, leaning back against the bedframe. Drained. “Is Tup mad at me?”

Echo did smile then, a small smile, and a little sad. “Oh, Fives,” he sighed.

Fives, always loyal to his brothers first, and the Republic second. Fives, who had always hated being left alone for any amount of time, no matter how brief. Fives, who had always spent extra time with the shinies after their first battles to make sure they took care of themselves. Fives, who had sensed the chips ran deeper than first thought, and risked his life gathering what he could to save his brothers. Fives, who had suddenly found himself without anyone, except Tup, and had done everything in his power to keep his little brother safe, no matter what it would do to him.

“No, I don’t think he’s mad at you,” he finally said, walking the few steps over until he was standing to Fives’ left. “A little frustrated you did this to yourself, maybe. But not angry.” He gestured to the floor next to his brother. “Can I sit?”

Fives nodded, barely a dip of the chin. “I just wanted to keep him safe,” he said in a very small voice.

“You did,” Echo told him as he sat down next to him, but facing towards him. “You did a great job. No one even thought to look here, no one had any idea where you two had gone.” He set down his glove and his vambrace that he’d been carrying since taking them off. Then he started taking off the rest of the armor on his arm, setting it all in a pile off to his far side.

Fives watched him, curious, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he wanted to know, “What did you find out about the chips?”

Echo frowned as he unclipped the sides of his chest plate and pulled the whole thing over his head. He wanted Fives to relax, to let go of the stress he’d been carrying. Talking about what they’d discovered, and what they had yet to figure out, would just get him thinking again. “Do I have to tell you now?” When Fives’ only response was dropping his gaze to the floor between his feet with a minuscule shrug, Echo elaborated. “Fives, as your batchmate, let me say this: you are dead tired. You look like you’ve been running on fumes--mentally and emotionally, if not physically--for about two weeks. Kix would scrape the medic symbol off his shoulder bell if he let you go anywhere in this state. I would rather wait until tomorrow, so I can make sure you get a good night’s rest and some breakfast, and then I will tell you and Tup everything. Okay?”

Fives knew he was right. Echo knew that he knew he was right. He drew his knees up to his chest and rubbed his face again. “Okay,” he sighed, but he didn’t look happy about it.

Echo smiled again. “You know you missed my nagging,” he said, holding out his hand.

To his utter delight, the corners of Fives’ mouth pulled up ever so slightly. He put out his hand, hesitated a little, but finally let it land in Echo’s. “Yeah, I did,” he agreed, linking their thumbs and holding tight. He let his head fall back against the mattress behind him, avoiding his brother’s gaze, but Echo’s trained eye saw the muscles in his neck constrict, saw the small stutter in his breathing, and he already knew.

“Looks like rain, huh?” he said quietly, squeezing his brother’s hand. It was an old code from Domino’s cadet days. They had all been so damn stubborn, none of them had wanted to admit when they needed a good cry. So, they had used Kamino’s weather as a cover. Fives and Echo had kept it up, even when it no longer made sense on a ship in the middle of hyperspace, for example.

Fives shut his eyes tightly and nodded, squeezing his hand in return.

“C’mere.”

He uncurled from where he sat against the bed and let Echo gather him up in his arms, holding him against his unarmored chest--because he had been pretty sure it would end up like this. Fives pressed his face into his left shoulder immediately, wrapping both arms around his torso and digging his fingers into his blacks. Echo rested his chin on his brother’s hair and put his hand on the back of his neck, holding him there while he unraveled.

How long had it been since he had seen his last batchmate? Something approaching two years at this point. Echo hugged tighter upon remembering that, and upon remembering what it had been like trying to put his life back together after the Techno Union without him. He was determined to keep Fives from going through anything like it now, even if this reunion was far from what he might have imagined.

After some time Echo didn’t bother to track, he felt Fives settle in his arms and heard his breathing descend to a more normal pace. He pressed a kiss to his head and ruffled his hair. As much as he hated hearing Fives cry, this was light years better than the calculating and emotionless man who’d had a blaster pointed at him a few minutes ago. It hurt, yes, but it was human. If it made Echo’s heart twinge a little, it was worth it to know this was normal.

“Feel better?” he murmured. Fives nodded silently, loosening his death-grip on his brother’s blacks. “Can we get off the floor now? My knees aren’t what they used to be.”

The noise Fives made was somewhere between a sob and a cough as he sat up from where he’d been slumped against Echo’s chest. But he was smiling, weakly, so it must have been a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

Echo helped him wipe away a few stray tears. “You’re a kriffing mess, brother,” he smirked. “Maybe you can get some sleep until Tup’s shift ends, hm?”

“You’re staying, yeah?”

“Of course I’m staying,” he assured him, a little affronted he would think otherwise. Fives nodded, letting his head fall forward until their foreheads touched. Echo leaned in and felt a shaky breath of relief leave his lips.

“I really need a drink.”

Echo sat up with a smile. “You and me both, but I think sleep will be better for you.”

______

It was a little after midnight by the time Tup had finished his shift and he was climbing the stairs to his room again, this time with three beers in his hands, because he felt bad about whisking Echo off without filling his order. Echo’s new squad was still downstairs. He’d explained what had happened to them, and they had all been surprisingly accepting of it. Echo must have told them about Fives.

He hesitated in front of his door, one hand on the handle. He couldn’t hear anything from inside, which… was probably good, right? They’d had over two hours to themselves. Either they’d settled things, or they’d stunned each other. Well. He pushed the door open, knocking on it lightly as he did so.

“Hey, guys, I’m back.” He walked softly until he was in the main part of the room, then he smiled.

Echo and Fives were laid out on Fives’ bed, the latter tucked safely under his batchmate’s arm. It was the first time Tup had actually seen Fives asleep in weeks. Usually, he was still up when Tup went to bed, and awake before Tup got up. It was also the first time in months Fives had willingly put himself in contact with another person. He noticed Echo’s full kit was piled at the foot of the bed, along… along with his legs, yes. He was still getting used to that.

Echo was blinking sleepily when Tup walked in. “Hey, Tup,” he smiled. “Those for us?”

Tup held up the three bottles. “Yeah. I… felt kinda bad you didn’t get your drink earlier.”

Echo nodded. “Oh, it’s alright. But, I will certainly take that drink now, as soon as I get this lump off my arm.” He waved the hand attached to the arm Fives had pinned down.

Tup walked over and sat down on the end of the bed where Echo’s feet weren’t. “I’m glad he’s asleep.”

“Yeah, me too,” his older brother agreed, rubbing Fives’ shoulder. “But, I said I’d wake him up when you came back.” He patted Fives’ shoulder a bit more aggressively. “Come on, brother.”

It took a while, but it worked eventually. Fives grumbled quietly, at first shoving his face deeper into the pillows before Echo dragged his arm out from under him, then he hauled himself upright. Echo similarly pushed himself up, leaning against his brother.

“Hey, Fives,” Tup said, still a little uncertain.

Fives rubbed his eyes, then blinked groggily at him. Echo ruffled his hair roughly to help him wake up, and a tiny smile appeared on his face. A real one, too, not one of the tight, professional smiles Tup had seen him use in the past. “Hey, Tup.”

A huge smile lit up Tup’s face. Echo had done it. “That’s more like it,” he said triumphantly.

“Yeah, I know,” Fives said, looking a bit sheepish, which was awesome, because Tup hadn’t seen many emotions out of him other than a range of unhappy in way too long. “Sorry about… everything.”

Tup’s smile softened a bit. “Thank you. It’s okay--I mean, I’m glad you’re okay.”

He nodded back. “Yeah, well… we’re getting there.” His eyes landed on the drinks in Tup’s hand. Tup had picked out one he knew was a favorite. “Those aren’t being saved for any special occasion, are they?” he asked, gesturing to them.

Tup smirked and held them up. “Just this one,” he answered, and handed them out.

He was about to get up to get a bottle opener, then watched as Echo’s cybernetic hand plucked off the cap like it was nothing. Fives blinked at his batchmate’s open bottle, then held out his to open as well. Echo rolled his eyes, but obliged. Fives smiled again, clinking their bottles together before taking a swig.

Echo held out his hand to Tup, whose bottle remained unopened. “It’s the most hand-like thing this thing can do, please,” he urged, so Tup held out his bottle and let him open it.

Then Fives scooched back to sit against the headboard and gestured Tup over as well. “C’mere,” he said, “I’ve been a dick to you, I should start making it up.”

Tup gave another huge grin and got up to get on the other side of the bed. “Good to have you back,” he said, maybe a little smug, as he kicked off his shoes and carefully climbed in so he didn’t spill his drink.

“Glad to be here,” Fives said, putting an arm around Tup’s neck and tapping their foreheads together lightly. “Good on you for bringing in the heavy artillery,” he added, gesturing with his bottle to Echo on his other side.

Tup could only give a nonverbal sound in reply as he took a drink. Then he sighed contentedly and relaxed against Fives’ side. He hadn’t quite realized how much stress he had been carrying because of Fives, and it was all leaving him in a rush, like he’d just taken off his kit after a twelve-hour march. He felt light, and happy, and safe. And hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long before they could really go home, and he could see the rest of his brothers. The thought made him smile as he listened absently to Fives and Echo chat about nothing in particular. Yeah. This was good.

#looks long huh #my writing #my fanfic #tcw fanfic #i write things sometimes #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper tup #fix it fic #domino twins #*cries in loving domino squad*#this au brought to you by:#EVERYONE IS FINE #userblossom

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Kinkmas day one- cumeating with nishinoya yuu

Welcome to kinkmas day one, sorry this is a tad bit late. I had lost track of time

After this I'll be posting my kinkmas list that I've come up with

Don't know if I should warn think but all kinkmas stories here will be quite dark and twisted

Warning this story contains: yandere behavior, implied kidnapping, cumming on food, ingestion of sperm,

"babe, come downstairs! I cooked!"

"you did? Noya that's great- the hell is this?"

Your eyes landed on the male who was dressed in only an apron, his arms stretched out for a hug or even a kiss. You felt your eye twitch as your eyes landed on the dinner table that was covered with different dishes, you glanced back at your boyfriend and simply turned around to walk back upstairs to the bedroom.

"I'm going back to bed, night."

"oi! Don't just walk away!"

You felt a crushing grip on your wrist and when you looked back you tensed up at the deathglare you got, nishinoya may still be pissed at you for trying to escape the house.

"sit down and eat."

You never walked to a table faster in your life but you took a seat and your eyes darted to the many different food dishes infront of you, from seafood to meat and even desserts.

"ooh ooh let me feed you babe! After all this is for you, all of it"

Before you can respond you watched nishinoya pick up some sticky rice with chopsticks and put it infront of your face, his smile calmed your nerves and you slowly opened your mouth eating the item only to shudder at the salty sweet taste of it.

As you gulp you felt your throat get coated with something sticky, you shook it off as noya tried feeding you some sushi rolls. Your eyes landed on the white sauce dripping from the roll it was something you didn't recognize but you figured it was something noya picked up from the store.

"what's the occasion noya? I mean I know holidays are coming ups but you never cook."

Nishinoya simply laughs as he fed you once more watching you eat, your expression flashing with confusion as the same salty sweet taste filled your mouth. Maybe he used the same seasoning for the dishes?

"well, I was too harsh on you for escaping! I yelled at you super hard but it's only normal for you to escape yeah? We just need to become closer! So close that we merge into one person y'know?"

You didn't quite understand the male but he was feeding you yummy food so you couldn't quite complain. You grabbed a tasty looking bread bun hoping it was filled with your favorite filling but when you took a bite you felt something drip out.

You slowed your chewing as you looked inside the bun seeing something white oozing out, it was slowly coming together and you forced yourself to swallow as your face paled now looking at noya who was grinning back at you

"what's wrong babe? Does it taste funny? Ehh I guess I should leave the cooking to you. I wanted to cook as an apology but I guess I screwed up huh?"

"hey, noya...what kind of filling is this? It kinda taste like the rest of the food what did you do?"

Noya paused at your statement before he boredly traced the rim of a cup sitting by his side of the table, the cup was filled with a thick liquid that made you feel sick.

"didn't I say we should become one person? A part of me should be inside you and a part of you should be inside of me. Isn't that what love is all about?"

"w-w-w-what are you-"

Your eyes looked with worry as the male picked up the cup and twirled the liquid inside before a laugh escapes him as he looked at your face.

"don't be so scared baby! It's not poison, it's just my cum"

You froze as you nervously chuckled at his statement, he was joking right? He wouldn't actually make you eat something like that right? You tried to convince yourself otherwise but this was nishinoya yuu you were speaking about, he kidnapped you and forced you to be his lover.

"you look so scared, why? If anything you should be happy. I fed you my love"

The male stood from his seat and walked over to you with the cup in his hand, he stood directly behind you and forced your head back eyes locking with yours as he trailed a finger down your throat.

"my pure love is inside you, aren't you happy baby? Here have the raw thing. You look so cute with my cum in your mouth anyways so what's the matter this isn't the first time you tasted me"

You jolted as noya squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open before slowly pouring the thick contents of the cup into your mouth watching your eyes widen and your automatic reaction which was to close your mouth and turn your head but noya kept a firm grip on you watching as some dripped down your chin as you gulped down his thick load since your other option was to choke.

Once done he put the cup down and let you go capturing your lips in a kiss allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

He pulled back letting out a shaky sigh, the sight of your frazzled and shocked expression was far too delicious and he couldn't help but lick the remains that dribbled down your chin as he wrapped his arms around you locking you in place.

"so cute, was it good? Did you like it? Well there is still so much more food left to be eaten then afterwards I can spend the rest of the night eating you. I love you [y/n], finally you see just how much I do"

As the male nuzzled his face into your neck you could only felt as if chains locked you into place

This was your life now, you belonged to nishinoya fully and nothing could Change that now cause after all

You were one.

#kinkmas 2020 #kinkmas #yandere imagines #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagines #nishinoya yuu

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bbangsoonie · 3 years

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tangerine guesthouse

member: haknyeon genre: fluff word count: 2,238 synopsis: on a healing trip to jeju island, you meet a guesthouse owner who goes the extra step to make sure you enjoy your stay.

a/n: happy birthday to our jeju boy, juhaknyeon ! 🍊

After impulsively quitting your job, you packed a suitcase and booked a last minute flight to Jeju Island. You wanted to escape but unfortunately didn’t have enough money for an international flight. So you found yourself flying over on a domestic plane.

Everything about this journey was spontaneous. The money you saved up on the side from your tedious 9-5 job was all spent on this healing trip. With nothing but a camera in your hands, you were determined to finally rest and have fun for once. You hadn’t had the luxury to do so in years.

Before you left Incheon Airport, you reserved a room at a random bed and breakfast you found online. “Tangerine Guesthouse”. It had a cute name.

The taxi dropped you off in front of the place and you cautiously walked in with your bag rolling behind you. You peaked inside the building, unsure if you were supposed to just enter.

“Hello!” a chirpy voice greeted you. Startled, you jumped as you turned around to face the person who nearly gave you a heart attack. Seeing him only made your heart beat faster. He was cute. Extremely cute.

“Are you here to rent a room?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, I made a reservation a couple of hours ago,” you pulled out your phone to show him the details.

“Ah, Y/n! Yes, welcome,” he beamed. “My name is Juhaknyeon but please call me Haknyeon.”

You reached out to shake his hand and were surprised to feel how soft they were.

“Allow me to show you to your room,” he said before guiding you upstairs.

The room was fairly small but cozy. It had everything you needed and made a cute space for photos. After Haknyeon left, you began to unpack.

You heard a knock on the door and mindlessly told your guest to come in. You looked up when they entered, surprised to see another male.

“Hello! I’m Sunwoo and I’m staying in the room next to yours,” he introduced himself. “I just wanted to stop by to say hi and get friendly.”

“Nice to meet you, Sunwoo. I’m Y/n,” you smiled.

“The other guests and I are gathering this evening to just chat over beer. Would you like to join us as well? We’d love to have you,” he said.

On a normal occasion, the introvert in you would have declined. However, you were on a healing trip and resolute about trying new things. So you happily accepted the invitation and promised to meet them in the yard at 7.

You had about four hours until then and decided to kill time by exploring the neighborhood. You enjoyed the change in scenery and the fresh air that Seoul could not offer.

You found yourself alone at a nearby beach and embraced the solitude. There were no managers yelling at you about deadlines or coworkers passive aggressively criticizing your work here. It was just you and the roaring waves. Grabbing your camera, you took a few shots of the salty sea. Perhaps you would return to your hobby and pursue photography.

You allowed yourself to consider it as an option as you headed back to the streets to look for a restaurant. You settled for the closest one and were satisfied with your choice when you took a bite of their seafood ramen.

You roamed around a bit more after the meal. You came across a souvenir shop and ended up spending a lot of time—and money—there. You certainly had a thing for cliche souvenirs. Keychains, magnets, mugs. You loved them all.

You came back to the lodging with a bag full of trinkets you knew you would keep instead of gifting. The retail therapy added a bounce in your walk as you climbed up the stairs. You organized them accordingly as you happily hummed.

You looked at the clock and saw that it was time to convene with the rest of the boarders. You threw on a cardigan before going back outside.

Haknyeon was by the grill flipping meat and Sunwoo was busy taking out the drinks from the fridge. You awkwardly stood around, not knowing where to go.

“Take a seat wherever you want,” Sunwoo called out.

Finding an empty spot, you sat down and looked around. The yard was decorated nicely to bring a nice ambiance.

“Hi, I’m Eric and this is Hyunjoon,” the guy next to you grinned.

You exchanged greetings with the two and introduced yourself. You had to admit it was nice to meet such amiable people.

The night went by with the five of you conversing over black pig samgyupsal and alcohol. Haknyeon was a big foodie, Sunwoo was a big tease, Eric was a big dork, and Hyunjoon was a big sports enthusiast. Hyunjoon came to Jeju to enjoy horseback riding and planned on dragging Sunwoo and Eric along.

“If you guys are down for some physical activity, I can destroy you in badminton,” Haknyeon suggested.

“Loser has to down a bottle of soju. Each,” Eric laughed evilly.

To make the teams fair, you were paired up with Haknyeon to play against the other three. He definitely proved his worth as the ace, easily winning 21-12. Sunwoo let out a scream, blaming Eric for his punishment suggestion. The latter tried to run away but was caught by Hyunjoon who handed him a bottle.

They all retreated to their rooms after fulfilling their penalty, leaving you and Haknyeon to clean up. The work was done relatively quickly and you made it back to your bed before midnight.

The next morning, you came out of your room clutching your Ryan doll that doubled as a pillow. You mumbled a “good morning” to Haknyeon who was preparing breakfast and chuckled at your appearance.

“Cute,” he commented on your tastes. You replied with a yawn, still not fully awake.

“The guys are probably gonna be hungover so I’m making some soup. I hope that’s okay with you,” he said.

He rolled up his sleeves before washing his hands. He then grabbed a knife and began cutting the vegetables. Your nose wrinkled at the sight of onions. You had forgotten to mention how picky you were. It was an embarrassing conversation to have as an adult. You had to explain how your childish tastebuds never matured while people let out an incredulous gasp. It was something you had to disclose every time you ate with someone new and it was honestly pretty tiring. People didn’t understand that you didn’t choose to be picky. Your tongue just refused the tastes of a lot of foods. It was more inconvenient for you than anyone else.

Nevertheless, you were excited to try the food made by the self proclaimed food connoisseur. You would just have to pick out the vegetables later.

The two of you decided to just eat together after the guys refused to wake up before noon. Haknyeon took a seat in front of you after he set the table and you thanked him.

To your relief, he didn’t seem so shocked by your childlike palate. He let the conversation end by saying something about respecting other people’s preferences.

Noticing your hair falling in front of your face, he got up to go look for something. He returned with a hair tie which he offered to you. It was just a courteous gesture but it still made you giddy regardless. The hair tie was probably just a spare left by previous guests but to you, it was a token. Something to remember him by.

“So, Y/n, what brings you to Jeju?” he questioned.

You’ve heard your name before many times in your life. Obviously. But hearing it from his voice felt different. The way your name rolled off his tongue made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh you know, just the typical “I wanted to get away from the city” trope,” you hummed.

“Classic,” he nodded.

After breakfast, Haknyeon volunteered to be your tour guide for the day. He showed you his favorite places in town and even drove further out to take you to the photo exhibition you wanted to see. You had a blast, taking a bunch of pictures to commemorate your trip.

When he asked why you used such a fancy camera and why you took photos of everything, you simply shrugged in response. Truthfully, you didn’t know why either.

For lunch, he brought you to a sashimi place where you bonded over a large platter of raw fish. Both the view and quality of the restaurant were amazing. And your company too, of course.

“Do your guests always get such personalized treatment?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Honestly? No,” he laughed. “I’m not that great of a host. Nor do I have the time and money to.”

“Then what’s all this? Today?”

“Hmm… I’m not quite sure.”

You left it at that and let him take you to an aquarium. Haknyeon had more fun watching you than looking at the animals. You were like a little kid in a candy store. Everything was fascinating to you.

The last time you visited an aquarium was for a field trip when you were in elementary school. It felt like you were going back to your childhood roots.

You made it back to the guesthouse in time for dinner. This time, you insisted on cooking. With the ingredients left in the fridge, you made kimchi fried rice. The smell lured the others down to join you two in the kitchen.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, which you appreciated. You got to relish time just passing by. It was exactly what you came to Jeju for.

Back in your room, you connected your camera to your laptop to browse through the photos. Looking at them, you noticed that Haknyeon was in half of them.

“Maybe it was him I wanted to save in my memory,” you whispered under your breath.

Another week went by and you wished time would flow slower. Hyunjoon was the first to leave the guesthouse and it already felt a lot emptier without him. You hated goodbyes. You hated how all good things had to eventually come to an end.

The feeling made you cherish the remaining time you had left on the island. You spent your evenings with the guys and frequently chatted in the group chat with all five of you in it. You never expected to grow so fond of strangers you barely got to know. Haknyeon, in particular, had a special place in your heart.

He often took you out on what you liked to believe were dates. Under the guise of being your tour guide, he showed you the hidden parts of his hometown. Though he was slightly disappointed that your favorite thing from all the menus you’ve tried was the black sesame frappuccino from Starbucks.

“Really? Of all the things you’ve eaten and drank, you choose something from a chain store?” he had whined.

“Hey, they only have it here. I can’t get it anywhere else,” you defended.

He made it his mission to find you something local that would triumph over your love for the Starbucks drink. A close second was the makgeolli made and sold only in Jeju.

By the time Sunwoo and Eric left, you and Haknyeon had gotten extremely close. With him, it was so easy to open up and just be you. You practically lived in his room. You slept over after late night movies and cuddles.

Neither of you ever verbally defined your relationship. You were both somewhat afraid to ask what exactly you two were. Instead, you focused on each other.

“So you’re picking up photography again?” he asked with your head resting on his chest. The two of you were lazing around on the couch with a random show on for background noise.

“Possibly. It was always an interest of mine. I thought I’d get to have it as a side-job once I started working full time but I never got around to it. Trying to make a living was a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” you revealed.

“You definitely have the talent. I think you should take the opportunity and go for it,” he encouraged.

The idea lingered on your mind as the second week flew by. Your passion for photography had been pushed to the side as you struggled as a paycheck worker. You missed taking up odd gigs for extra cash in college.

On your last night at the guesthouse, you paused in the middle of dinner to stare at Haknyeon. The more time you spent with him, the more you didn’t want to leave. Changing your career path because of a guy was crazy. Moving to an island because of said guy that you only met two weeks ago was even crazier. But he inspired you to do what your heart desires. And that included being with him.

“What if I moved here to start freelancing? Publish that photography book I always dreamed of. Maybe set up my own studio one day,” you pondered aloud.

That proposition had many implications about the relationship between you two. He took a moment to carefully contemplate over it. Your heart pounded waiting for his response.

“If that’s what you truly want to do, I think that’d be nice,” he smiled, making your own face light up.

a/n: wow i was reminiscing my own time at jeju while writing this 🥺 and now, with this fic, i have officially written for all tbz members! :)

#the boyz #haknyeon #the boyz haknyeon #tbz #the boyz fluff #haknyeon fluff #the boyz haknyeon fluff #tbz haknyeon fluff #the boyz fic #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #tbz fic #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #haknyeon fic #haknyeon scenarios #haknyeon imagines

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buckywilsonbarnes · 3 years

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Coping Mechanism

I wasn’t originally planning on posting this here, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out actually. So here’s a short ficlet of Sam and Bucky, doing what they do best. 😍

Sam x Bucky (1.5K)

(Rated T, and no applicable warnings apply other than for TFATWS spoilers, since this is directly connected to the second episode.)

Note: this is set right after they agree to go find Zemo together. It’s just a short idea that popped into my head, so I ran with it. :)

~*~

"Steve wasn't wrong about you," Bucky says after a few minutes of companionable silence. "I didn't mean that, and I'm sorry," he pauses as he reaches out to stop Sam from going any further. "I really am. I'm sorry, Sam." For added measure, he places a tentative hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezes it gently.

"Oh, are we rhyming now?" Sam smirks as he turns to face Bucky. "Do you like green eggs and ham? Do you eat them on a boat? Do you eat them with a goat? Well, yeah, you probably would, actually," he laughs.

"I should have known you'd be a jackass about this," Bucky mutters as he rolls his eyes and strides forward. "My mistake."

"We really need to work on your sense of humor," Sam says as he breaks into a light jog so he can catch up.

"Not everything is a goddamn joke, Sam," Bucky snaps while whipping around to face Sam and gesturing wildly around them. "Do you honestly find anything funny about all of this? Because I sure as hell don't."

"No," Sam agrees easily, "but I do like pushing your buttons," he admits as he digs his fingers into Bucky's side.

"Hey!" Bucky yelps as he quickly shoves Sam's hand away. "Can you not? Jesus Christ!"

"Oh my God," Sam stops dead in his tracks, delighted smile breaking out across his face. "Are you ticklish?"

"No," Bucky glares, "I just don't want your grubby hands all over me."

"Or," Sam murmurs as he steps closer and drags Bucky forward by the lapels of his jacket, "maybe that's exactly what you want."

"Oh, you think so?" Bucky counters as he glances down at Sam's hands which are still tightly gripping his jacket. "Maybe that's what you want, pal."

"Whatever," Sam says as he quickly lets go. They are on a public street after all, even though no one seems to be paying them any attention. "This is nice, by the way," he adds, while carefully smoothing out the creases he's made in Bucky's jacket. "It looks good on you."

"Thanks," Bucky mumbles as he stands there awkwardly, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.

"So, we're off to find Zemo then?" Sam asks. There's an icy edge to his voice that rubs Bucky the wrong way as Sam turns his back on him and keeps walking.

Yeah, I guess so," Bucky agrees as he tries to work out what the hell just happened. Sam seems pissed off all of a sudden, which makes no sense since he wasn't the one who was just practically groped in public.

"Are we not gonna talk about whatever the hell that just was?" Bucky asks as they fall into step alongside each other.

"That was nothing," Sam says, punctuated by a dismissive wave of his hand. "Nothing at all."

Bucky stops walking again as he grips Sam by the elbow and spins him around.

"That was not nothing, Sam. You know what, I don't get you at all. First, I tried apologizing to you, which you turned into a joke of course," he sneers. "Then what? Was that some sort of twisted attempt at flirting?"

"You wish," Sam scoffs. "If I was flirting with you, you wouldn't have to ask. You'd know, pal."

"Why are you so pissed at me?" Bucky asks, looking sad and confused as he releases Sam's arm. "I'm sorry, okay? I don't have all the answers, but I'm hoping we can figure this shit out together. Everything fucking sucks right now, Sam," he chokes out, voice trembling.

"Hey," Sam says softly as he steers Bucky into an empty alley. They probably shouldn't be having this conversation right now, much less where practically anyone can hear them. "I'm not pissed at you, I promise."

"Then what the hell is going on? I'm trying here, Sam. I really am. And if you make another Dr. Seuss joke, I'm going to punch you in the face with my vibranium arm."

"Something you need to know about me," Sam explains, "is that I often resort to humor as a coping mechanism. I know you've never heard of it before," he adds, which actually causes Bucky to crack a smile, "but it really gets me through serious shit, sometimes. It doesn't mean that I think anything about what we're going through is funny, it just helps me deal, that's all."

"I get that," Bucky nods. "Once upon a time, I actually did have a sense of humor, believe it or not."

"Oh yeah? What happened to it?" Sam asks.

"HYDRA cut it off," Bucky fake-pouts. "Turns out, it was in my left arm all along."

"You're a damn fool," Sam laughs as he pitches forward and buries his face against Bucky's shoulder.

"See, I can be funny too," Bucky grins as he reaches out with gentle fingers and tilts Sam's face up.

"Yeah, funny looking," Sam teases as he surges forward and boldly presses his lips against Bucky's.

"Seriously?" Bucky says when Sam pulls back. "You kiss me and insult me at the same time?"

"What can I say, I'm a man of many talents," Sam winks. "Oh, and that was flirting, by the way."

"What you are, is a royal pain in my ass and I wish I didn't like you so much," Bucky admits as he hooks his thumbs into Sam's belt loops and drags him forward.

"Yeah, I wish I didn't like you either," Sam agrees. "Guess we're in the same boat, then."

"Guess we are," Bucky shrugs as he cups Sam's jaw and kisses him softly. Sam opens up for him this time, the kiss deepening quickly as Bucky's hands drop down to Sam's waist to hold him steady.

"So, um," Sam says when they break apart, "I might kinda like you a lot, actually. More than I ever expected to, that's for damn sure. I realized it a while ago, and I guess I've just been fighting it," he adds.

"Mood," Bucky nods. "Wait, did I use that right?"

"Sort of," Sam smirks and kisses him again. "Don't try to be cool, okay? Stop looking shit up on the internet, and just be yourself."

"I feel like there's an insult in there somewhere," Bucky pouts, for real this time as he wraps his arms around Sam's neck.

"There's not, I promise," Sam smiles. "And just for the record, Steve wasn't wrong about you either."

"I'm not so sure about that," Bucky frowns, "but I appreciate the sentiment."

"He wasn't," Sam insists. "None of what happened to you was your fault, Buck. Bad shit happens to good people every single day, we both know that. We live in a fucked up world, baby. That's just how it is, sometimes."

"Thank you," Bucky smiles as he reaches up and rubs Sam's cheek. "It's still a struggle for me, especially with all of the amends I've been making. It's like, just when I was trying to put it all behind me - "

"It comes right back to haunt you," Sam nods. "Yeah, I know exactly what that's like."

"Jesus, we're a pair, aren't we?" Bucky laughs. "I wish Steve could see us now."

"Me too," Sam agrees. "He'd probably never believe it."

"On the contrary," Bucky says, "I think he would. Remember how he used to bitch at us every time we argued with each other?"

"Yeah," Sam says fondly. "He said we fought just like an old married couple."

"We still do," Bucky points out. "So how about it, sweetheart? You wanna put a ring on it?" he asks, as he wiggles his vibranium fingers in front of Sam's face.

"There are lots of things I want to do with you," Sam leers as he reaches down and gives Bucky's hips a squeeze. "Although, we should at least go on an actual date first before we start planning our marriage."

"Probably," Bucky agrees. "I like sushi," he suggests as he sways forward and captures Sam's lips in another kiss.

"Raw fish? Of course you do," Sam sighs. "You couldn't like anything normal, right?"

"You're thinking of sashimi," Bucky corrects. "Not all sushi is raw, and in fact, a lot of it is cooked, actually."

"What I’m hearing is: blah blah, raw fish, you're a nerd, blah blah," Sam mocks. "If you want real seafood, you should come down to Louisiana with me, sometime. My sister Sarah makes a mean fish fry."

"Aw, you wanna bring me home to meet your family already?" Bucky winks.

"Yeah," Sam nods. "They'd love you. Especially my nephews, they'd be pretty fascinated by your robo arm."

"Let's do it then," Bucky grins. "After we sort out all of our current bullshit, of course. Do you think your sister would mind?"

"Nah," Sam shakes his head. "She'll put you to work, though. Unloading boats, scrubbing the docks, cleaning fish, falling for her brother, that sort of thing, so be prepared."

"Wait, what was that last part?" Bucky teases.

"Cleaning the fish," Sam wrinkles his nose. "It's a nasty job, but Sarah's fried catfish is totally worth it."

"Falling for her brother, huh?" Bucky interjects as he leans in close and nudges his nose against Sam's.

"Well," Sam pauses to steal a quick kiss, "if you get around to it. I know you'll be pretty busy and all."

"We can cross that one off the list, actually," Bucky smiles as he reaches for Sam's hand and laces their fingers together. "I'm already working on it."

~*~

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Wash out.2 (special)

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Words: 1k Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung's rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

Namjoon swallowed the pills hoping he would be able to keep them down, they were a fast-acting anti-nausea medication. It wasn’t his fault, he just had trouble getting out on the ocean waves without feeling painfully seasick.

He placed his things inside the locker and everything else he needed was placed in the waterproof ziplock pouch attached to a lanyard around his neck. Before heading out to the dock, the group headed out and to the end of the bay where there were some sharp rocks that tended to catch sick and injured marine life. Between the rocks, the rock pools were quite deep, so it could be anything from a shark or a Jellyfish or a broken surfboard. But, they responded to the call as they always did, and they would care for the animal or just clean out the pools of debris.

The boat was in motion and as such was not causing Namjoon any stress, it was only when the boat stopped and was rocked gently by the waves would it stir in his stomach. He hoped they would never reach their destination, though the hope was short-lived as the boat slowed to a stop and the swaying felt more like churning. Namjoon, saving himself from heaving, jumped into the ocean and swam to the edge of the rock pools looking in, he began inspecting the creature. It was dark and he couldn't really see but, he soon noticed it was a human.

Grief consumed him, "It's a body," Namjoon reported seriously, "this poor young man had most likely drowned and was washed up during the high tide into the--"

It moved, that couldn't be, his eyes must be playing tricks on him, the man was now facing him, his features were delicate and his eyes seemed to watch and follow Namjoon's movements. Namjoon again passed it off as a trick of the eye and the reflection on the water, or even the froth of the waves, until the thing blinked. Hands reached in to grab the body and that's when he was smacked with something in the face, whatever it was, it was fierce and he felt as if he was going to blackout.

He had no strength to move under the water, but he was also intrigued by the two figures swimming towards him. The first took his left hand, his reddish hair glowing faintly as the sun broke the water and left small beams of light shining on the two gentlemen. The second smaller and blonde grabbed his right hand and they swam so fast. Namjoon was starting to feel like all the oxygen was being sucked out of his lungs but just as he felt himself seeing black he broke the surface.

Wherever he was it was night time, it was dark but there was a glow like a thousand stars on the walls, and the two men threw him out of the water and onto the ground and climbed out, this was the moment Namjoon noticed they had fishtails. "Mermaids" He muttered, receiving two glares. "You don't like that term, I am sorry?"

They stood up naked making Namjoon turn red, they wrapped themselves in silk that glistened like the sun on the waves. The redhead draped Namjoon's hands with a piece of similar fabric and he let out a, "oooh so soft..." at the cold watery feel as it touched his skin, before it tightened, binding his hands together. "Oh. I see."

There was a strange clicking and he turned to see the blonde returning his thin legs shaking as if he had just run a marathon and would collapse any second. More importantly and taking up his entire attention span was the clicking coming from two very large and deep blue crabs, They were the size of a miniature pony but twice as stocky, he came closer slowly and began patting the shell of the crustacean with a prominent grin on his face.

He was lifted onto the crab and he almost passed out, this creature was majestic and he was overjoyed with being this close and seeing such a gargantuan version. "You are big boy aren't you, you are so perfect, you are doing amazing"

The two who were leading and sharing a crab were sitting sideways and watching him patting the creature and speaking gibberish, they shared a look and rolled their eyes, heading through the place, there were lanterns filled with crystals that gave off a large green glow and the walls were covered with a blue bioluminescent slime, that seemed to come from snails that were traveling around the large cave painting the walls there houses glowing brightly lighting the whole place.

It was like a scene from a fantasy movie but all Namjoon could think of was studying each organism and creature and looking into their lifestyles. He knew there was so much to learn. He touched the wall and his fingers were covered in the thick glowing slime and he grinned and played with it slowly.

Namjoon was glad for his notebook and phone, as he would be able to document some of the creatures and sights he saw. He was going to take out his phone from the pouch, and snap some photos when the crabs stopped and he felt the fabric around his hands being pulled. Thanking the creature with a friendly grin he followed after them into an ornate room with big arches and intricate carvings in the crystal pillars that all glowed.

The room was round and directly across from the entrance was a small platform with a tall ornate throne, it seemed to be made of hard crystals but lavished with the soft silk fabric which made it seem quite comfortable.

Upon the seat was the most beautiful young man Namjoon had ever seen fabric wrapped delicately around his waist a little lower than Namjoon was comfortable with, it showed off the man’s deep adonis belt. His chest and arms were also muscular and Namjoon counted at least six elaborate necklaces and three armbands, the latter looking as if they would snap if he flexed his bicep. His hair was a little shaggy making his features look softer and more androgynous.

Namjoon was stopped and the men beside him began speaking, in their language, it was melodic, slow, and higher-pitched. Namjoon wondered if it was because they had to communicate underwater that the pitch was raised to cut through the water, he wondered if they had some sort of sonar in their bodies.

The young man on the throne listened to his subordinates, his eyes trailing over Namjoon’s form, making him feel nervous. Many people thought he was funny looking and dressed oddly, they thought his personality was dull and his hobbies and interests were too eclectic to be relatable. He was just waiting for the man on the throne to look at him with the same level of displeasure as others do when they first meet.

But it never happened instead the young man stood from his perch and walked towards him, stopping a few inches shorter than himself Namjoon smiled at him and held out his hand. The young man looked at Namjoon’s hand intrigued but waved him off and he was guided into another chamber and was made to sit in a room that he could only liken to a prison cell.

Namjoon had been there for what felt like half a day but according to his phone was only a few hours. The young man returned, handing him something wrapped in a leaf, Namjoon took it and frowned, it was seafood and he didn’t particularly like seafood especially since he had met so many nice sea creatures that day he couldn’t stomach it.

He handed it back shaking his head and the man frowned and tried to demonstrate eating it and handed it back. Namjoon tried he really did but the moment the raw fish touched his lips he vomited in the corner.

The man sighed placing down the leaf of food and rubbed Namjoon’s back in wonder, he looked at Namjoon’s build and tried removing his shirt making Namjoon blush but reluctantly removed his shirt.

“You all seem to trust skinship, so I will cooperate with your customs” He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor beside him. The young man’s eyes were big and made him seem so innocent when he looked at Namjoon’s broad chest. He seemed to measure their builds making Namjoon chuckle. “Our builds are quite different, you all seem quite small and lithe for agility when swimming. If you think my shoulders are wide, you should see my best friend, he has very broad shoulders.”

The man in front of him adopted a deeper voice while scrunching his nose playfully. Namjoon rubbed the back of his head bashfully, he must stick out like a sore thumb, a big burly guy with a deep voice amongst these elegant lean creatures who were sweetly spoken.

He lowered his head in a greeting and said something and Namjoon lowered his head and repeated it making him laugh his face lighting up. This perhaps king was cheeky, he liked to play games, or at least this was the impression Namjoon got from him.

It was going to take a while for the two to communicate properly without understanding but the king hummed and kissed him on the lips surprising Namjoon. When the two finally pulled away from the kiss the young man laughed again and said. “I hope now you can understand me, my name is Jeon Jungkook, I am the King of the Merpeople”

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thedeviltohisangel · 3 years

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The Only Good I’ve Ever Done

During the five years he was blipped away, he thought about the snippets of his life that he would miss the most. The moments that he never appreciated enough. The moments that were so fleeting that he never got to expound upon. Plenty of them involved his family. Times on the fishing boat that he didn’t realize would keep him alive in his adult years. Holding his nephews for the first time and learning there was so much more to life and legacy. But so many also involved her.

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There were a few things about Louisiana that Sam knew would never change. They would always have the best seafood. His sister and nephews would always be there. And he would always hold his breath waiting to run into Leila.

They kept in contact while he was deployed. Spotty phone calls and fuzzy video calls sustained them but Sam cherished the letters she sent him more than anything. It was as if each stroke of her pen captured a bit of her heart that she sent away to be with him. Everyone teased him about how he was whipped for this girl. Asked him why he came out to this hellscape if he had such a beautiful woman at home waiting for him. He never answered because he didn’t think they would get it. He was here because he had a lot to prove. Prove to his parents that he could be responsible and mature. Prove to Leila and her family that he could keep her safe and provide for her. Prove to himself he deserved her.

When he was selected for the Falcon program, their communication slowed and slowed until it stopped altogether. He was pulling long hours and participating in highly classified missions and he didn’t know how to balance it. Leila still sent him letters even though he stopped writing back. He read them and felt numb. After so long, she stopped writing too. Every stroke of her pen broke her heart. She didn’t have anything left to give. She stopped visiting his sister and parents. Stopped looking at the houses for sale in the paper. Stopped looking at the bridal magazines in the waiting area of the doctor’s office. Her mom told her that sometimes people grow apart. Tried to help her rationalize Sam’s sudden disinterest. Her father told her that he had been right all along. That Sam was just some boy, not ready to be a man. That she deserved better. Leila held onto the hope that when he came back, she could look him in the eyes and talk to him and everything would be better. That they just needed to see each other again and it would all be okay. He would be hers again.

But his end date came and went. She heard nothing from him. Didn’t see him around town. When she found the courage to ask Sarah, she broke the news Sam wasn’t moving back to Louisiana. And she felt the nail in the coffin go right through her chest.

Sam thought about her when he watched Riley fall from the sky. Thought about her when he jumped out of the building in DC. Thought about her when he was locked in a cell on the Raft. He thought of her when he was snapped away and when he was snapped back and he had never known just how temporary life was than he did in those five years.

And now he stood on a dock in Louisiana and there were seagulls and old friends and she was there. She was smiling and laughing and he didn’t even know how to say hello to her.

She had heard Sam was back in town. She had been actively avoiding anywhere she thought he might be but there he was. A part of her could have guessed this was where they would ultimately cross paths. His family had so much history here. If there was anywhere for him to feel grounded, it would be at this dock.

It was also very clear that he was not going to come up and talk to her. At least not anytime soon. And if she wanted to have a conversation with him, after the years without one, she would have to be the one to initiate it.

“Hi, Sam Wilson.” There was no use in being nervous about it. No use in beating around the bush or pretending that they didn’t have the history that they did. She no longer held any resentment towards him. There had been too many years since then and too many astronomical events for him to hold her hostage. Since the last time she heard from him, she had loved others and lost others and learned how to grieve and how to cope and why her mother always told her the most important thing to be is resilient.

“Hey. I saw you over there and I was gonna-”

“You weren’t. That’s why I did,” she said with a smile. He was different. She could tell in just the handful of words they had exchanged. But he was still Sam. Maybe just a little rougher around the edges.

“If I didn’t know how to be with you Leila, I certainly don’t know how to be around you now.” He figured she deserved honesty after all these years. Besides, he had lost his chance with her long ago. There was no use in trying to save face or act suaver than he was.

“Well, if you’re here long enough we can try to figure it out. Try to find our inner second graders and go back to the simpler times,” she teased. Sam smiled and felt warm at the thought. Sometimes, people were meant to be in your life. You don’t always know how or why but you know you can’t live fully without them. She was one of those people to him. He was one of those people to her. It’d be worth the awkwardness to find some sense of rhythm and belonging again.

“Okay then let’s start simple. I’m here to work on the boat and brought some stuff for dinner if you have the time.” It sounded easy enough. Harmless enough. Two people catching up. There was a lot of that going around since they all had been snapped back. “Unless there’s someone in your life and doing that would be weird cause all the ladies here would certainly spread that around town.” She looked down at her shoes with a sad smile.

“There is but there isn’t. It’s a long story,” she replied.

“I have a lot of long stories too,” he shared. Without thinking, he reached for her hand and she met him halfway. Just the simple act made her feel safe and secure. Made her feel more protected than she had in years. Like she didn’t need to look over her shoulder in fear because he would be behind her. “Come on.”

She followed him to the old Wilson family boat and stood still for a moment once her feet landed on deck. It had been so long since she had stepped foot on the vessel, years of memories rushing back at her. She found her way down into the galley and smiled as she thought about the times with Sam where they had taken full advantage of the privacy being below deck brought them. As kids they had pretended it was pirate ship. As teenagers it was place to steal kisses and exploring touches. As young adults it had been sharing beers and learning about physical intimacy. “During those five years, Sarah let displaced persons live here. The marina felt like a real community again. Like it did back when we were little.” Leila paused at the corkboard with pictures and let her fingers brush the polaroid of her that was pinned there.

“She hasn’t mentioned that to me,” Sam replied as he emptied the paper bag of food onto the tiny table tucked into the corner.

“I’m sure you’ve both had more than enough to catch up on.” She slid into the chair he pulled out for her and took a nervous sip of a water bottle. “Thanks for the food,” she said with a smile as she popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth.

“It’s your favorite place. It’d be sacrilege to eat it without you.”

“It’s weird. The things you still remember about someone after time apart. The things you didn’t know you remembered until you saw them again.” She avoided his gaze when she looked up and saw how soft his eyes were as they landed on her. He had caused her nothing but pain and heartbreak since she had seen him last. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Didn’t deserve a second chance with her heart. Didn’t deserve to look at her like he loved her.

“You said there was someone,” Sam asked, clearing his throat. He couldn’t spend another second with her, falling in love all over again, if there was someone waiting for her at home.

“I was engaged. Pre-blip. He...dusted while we were on vacation. Everyone else came back…” she paused and wiped a tear from her cheek. “I assume he’s happier wherever he is and doesn’t want to come back to me.” In her eyes, it was exactly what Sam had done. Gotten a taste of life without her and decided it was the one he preferred to live. Sam reached for her hand across the table but she pulled it out of his reach.

“I’m sorry.” For what he did or her fiance did, he wasn’t sure.

“Don’t be. I’m tired of everyone feeling sorry for me. I should be used to being alone by now.” She dropped her head into her hands with a sad chuckle. “I didn’t take you up on your offer to be snarky or rehash the past. I’m sorry.”

Now it was his turn. “Don’t be. What I did all those years ago. Not writing you back. Not calling when I got to DC-”

“I can’t relive it, Sam.” It was still too raw. Too real. Too ever present in the back of her mind that she barely survived it the first time, let alone talking it out with him a second time.

“I was scared. Scared of the fact that we had a real future together and real plans and a real chance of making it in this world. I was scared back then and I can’t be scared now. Not anymore.” If he didn’t say what he needed to, wanted to, he would never be able to live with himself. Not with all the loss he had suffered. “And when I watched my partner fall from the sky I was even more scared of not having those things. Of depriving you of your chance to have them. I knew I was committed to a life of service and that there’d be times when I had to put you second and I didn’t want to make that choice.”

“It wasn’t your choice to make. You took that choice away from me,” she responded with a new fire residing inside of her. She had never got the chance to have this fight with Sam. Her spirit had been waiting long enough.

“You’re right. I made the choice to give us a clean break-”

“Clean? Were you high on gunpowder over there?” She slid off the chair angrily and grabbed her purse from where she had tossed it. Her appetite was gone. Her elation at sharing a meal with Sam Wilson was gone.

“Don’t walk away from this. We owe it to ourselves to have this out. End things for good!” he called after her as he followed her onto the deck of the boat.

“I hate you, Sam! I hated you everyday for years and even when others came along I hated you for making it impossible to move on! I hate you for being you and I hate myself even more for still loving you!” she jabbed her finger in his direction then promptly deflated.

“I never hated you, Leila. I never stopped being in love with you.” He wanted to kiss her. Crush her against him and never let her go. Promise her that he was ready to settle down and give her the life they had dreamt about together all those years ago. He took a step and she held up a hand to stop him.

“If you take another step, you have to understand what it means.” Sam grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. Kissed the tip of every finger and held it to his chest.

“It means I will never break another promise to you. Means you’re my forever and you have my heart for the rest of time. It means I will never put you second ever again and will spend the rest of my days earning your trust and forgiveness.” She stepped forward but kept her hand right where it was.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. And he did. It was softer than the reunion kisses of his dreams. His fingers were threaded in her hair, her eyelashes brushing against the top of his cheekbones as she leaned against him to try and get closer, closer, closer. Her hands were softer against his cheeks than he thinks he deserves. They held him with care. A delicate nature that had been removed from his life since the last time he held her like this. Leila’s toes stretched her upwards until Sam read her cue and gripped her thighs so she could jump and be his height. “Keep your hands above my waist.”

“What?” he asked dizzily as he pulled away but nipped at her jaw.

“You still have a lot of trust and forgiveness to earn,” she teased as she unhooked her legs from his waist and landed on her own two feet.

“Damn do you know how to wrap a man around your finger.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss. But he couldn’t help his mind wandering to her fiance. The man who abandoned her in some far corner of the world. Sam wanted to find him and...and maybe his anger at himself now had a different target after all these years. “Do you have a ride home?” he asked tenderly as he swayed with her in his arms.

“Are you offering to fly me back?” she asked jokingly but also seriously. She’d say yes if he offered.

“No. I wish I could but the men in camo don’t trust me outside the base.” She pouted and it punched him in the gut. “Soon. I’ll make it work, figure something out.” The following moment of peaceful silence and companionship was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket.

“Real work or superhero work?” she asked as he looked at it with a furrowed brow.

“Both. Just need a minute and then...then…” It kept ringing and ringing, he couldn’t get a thought out.

“I’ll go clean downstairs. Don’t take too long.” She kissed his cheek, dragging her hand down his arm before twining their fingers briefly, Sam not letting her escape his grasp until she got too far away to hold onto. He knew he kept putting this on his plate. His normal missions as Falcon. The Flag Smashers. The house and the boat. All of them felt like a weight on his soul but Leila...Leila felt like she lifted it. When she was around, he felt like he could breathe again. He was doing his best to juggle everything and he hoped, and prayed, none of them fell from his grasp. Not again. Not this time.

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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Thanks for playing along with my Christmas and Valentines HCs!

Fancy telling us about Christmas with Dr. Ramsey and Valentines with Dr Lahela? 😂

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Thank you for indulging me and letting me ramble about my favorite beans 😘💕

Ethan is first and Bryce is below the cut!

A Very Ethan x MC (Becca) OHSY Christmas

As stated in my Bryce Christmas post, MC sees her family the weekend before Christmas and ends up working Christmas Eve and Boxing Day.

Her going away was a bit awkward between them, neither really knowing if they were in a place for him to join. They hadn’t talked about what their relationship actually is and what it means - just that they care about one another deeply. Neither even brought up the idea of him meeting the rest of her family. (He’d already met her mom during the incident. See: Leakage Series for more on that.)

So she went home and Ethan continued to work himself raw. His mission to solve the medical issues of every single person in Boston.

They texted every day and she even sent him photos of her with her one-year old nephew in a elf onesie.

Ethan made a terrible joke about it and refused to acknowledge her matching sweater.

On Christmas Eve, they both worked 18 hours.

For a little reprieve, they were eating cafeteria sandwiches and finishing off some paperwork that needed to be transferred.

Ethan broke the comfortable silence: “What’re you doing tomorrow?” “Tomorrow as in Christmas?” “Yes.” “I thought you didn't celebrate any holidays.” “I don’t. But Dad is coming down and wants to spend some time with…”

He didn’t need to finish that sentence, the vulnerable hesitation in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

He didn’t even have to ask before she was agreeing to accompany the Ramsey men to Louise’s rehab center.

Normally, Ethan would work the entire holiday and see his father the 27th and 28th. But with Louise around, Alan had a special request Ethan make time for family.

She asked him about his feelings on it and he tried to evade the questions. Louise was still such a sore subject for him, she knows that, but it’s better for him to talk it out than bottle it up. But she knows Ethan. He’ll tell her eventually.

They head to MCs apartment after work to pick up a few things. The little bits of belongings she kept at Ethan’s she deemed were too casual for their first holiday together.

Ethan and MC were awake by 7AM, awaiting Alan’s arrival.

Ethan was so nervous he made enough French toast and eggs to feed a small army. When asked about his feelings, Ethan brushed her concerns off. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he was more nervous about seeing Louise or finally giving Naveen and Alan the satisfaction in knowing they were right about him and MC.

The three of them got to the rehab by noon, just in time for family luncheon. Ethan dawdled outside, shooing MC and Alan to just go inside he’ll be there in a minute. He’s only been back here once before to get a progress report from her doctors, he didn’t dare see Louise.

MC stayed with him, offering reassurances. The two having a heartfelt moment.

Eventually they made their way inside. Louise and Alan sat at a covered table in the holiday decorated dining room, him sitting at her right. They looked familiar, but anyone could see that Alan was the more guarded one of the two.

Louise was surprised to see MC. She wanted a day with her family. She wanted to make up for lost time. And MC being there was a surefire way to remind her of all the time that had passed.

Ethan sat across from Louise leaving MC to sit at her left. He pulled MC’s chair closer to him so she was practically perched at the corner.

They held hands underneath the table the entire lunch. MC giving him all the strength she had saved up.

Alan told stories, Louise asked questions and MC picked up the slack when Ethan refused to acknowledge his mother.

They returned to Boston around 4:30PM, just in time to meet with the caterers Ethan ordered. Both Alan and MC rolled their eyes at the fancy spread but conceded that after the rehab visit none of them were particularly in the mood to slave over the stove.

Naveen arrived and dinner was served at 6PM.

The small little family told stories, embarrassed Ethan at every turn, and had a lovely time.

Naveen headed home, with a note that they should make these dinners a more frequent affair. Alan extended the offer for MC to sleep over, though deep down everyone knew that was her intention. She’d never leave Ethan unless she had to.

A Bryce x MC (Becca) OHSY Valentines Day

Bryce had never had someone he was this serious about before. He wanted to pull out all the stops and be Mr. Romantic for MC. If they were to go their separate ways in a few months, everything needed to show her just how much he cares about her.

Becca felt the exact same way.

They hadn’t spoken about what it would be like if there took residencies elsewhere. Neither of them wanted to confront the fact. MC was in deep denial, tbh. Bryce was kinda thankful for that, it means they can put off the heartbreak.

They both had an understanding that finishing their residencies was their #1 priority. They’d take things as they come.

Bryce made reservations at Don Luigi’s because he knows just how much MC loves their chicken parm and cannoli’s.

But there were two problems with that plan.

1. He forgot to tell MC about the plan and dinner reservation time.

2. His surgery ran two hours over due to complications and he was too wrapped up in making sure the patient lived to ask someone to tell MC he’d be late.

So Becca being Becca made her own plan. She went to Duane Reade and picked up the most gaudy looking card and packaged candies she could find. She even picked up one of those stupid singing Lovebugs.

She used the key Keiki sneakily slipped her to let herself into Bryce’s apartment. MC missed the little rascal but she was thankful to have the apartment for the two of them once again.

Becca was not a fan of seafood, and she knows it’s something Bryce loves and reminds him of growing up on the island. So she compromised.

She made a veggie filled butternut squash risotto, and mixed shrimp in his. She picked up friend calamari from Don Luigi’s as a appetizer, and found something as close to a Hula Pie that she could find.

She set the table with candles and turned the lights off, letting the dim glow of the candles and tikki themed string lights she purchased light up the open planned living space. She even bought little coconut shaped glasses and filled it with their favorite mixed drink.

She carefully planned everything so that dinner was nearly finished when he should arrive home. With what she thought was 15 minutes to spare, she changed into her outfit - new lingerie hiding under a burgundy red dress.

Time passed and passed and she kept checking her phone. Wondering where he was and if she got the plans wrong.

She called. And texted. And called again. And texted again. And then she messaged the group chat. And Sienna called her. With the phone to her ear, the tiny resident shuffled to the OR wing and checked Bryce’s ROTA. A nurse informed them that there was an emergency.

The bones in her lingerie began to dig and itch with every passing minute. When she bought the thing MC wasn’t planning on being in it for longer than an hour. If she was being honest, she planned to be out of it before the entrée.

She tried to get out of it but there were way too many hooks in the back, her arms weren’t flexible enough to contort that way. She laid on the couch, drank her drink and watched the first random show she could find on Netflix.

One hour passed and she put the food back in the oven to keep warm.

Two hours passed and she could not stand this outfit anymore. She discarded the dress and tried to pull the corset over her head.

She got it halfway over her head when the slender lower part was too tight to pass over her breasts.

The door clicked open.

Bryce walked in to see a half naked Becca, arms straight up in the air, wrists flailing to try and pull the bodice up, the perfect sight of her midriff and nearly transparent thong with suspenders and burgundy stockings.

“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful greeting?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me out of this death trap!”

Bryce didn’t need any further invitation. His expert hands were on her immediately. Working through the clasps with swift precision.

When she was free he took in her flushed face and gave her the sweetest kiss on the nose.

“You’re late.” “I’m sorry.”

Just one look at him and he was forgiven. His effervescent eyes were oh so easy to forgive.

MC rattled off the meal she made as she heated it up and Bryce told her of the plans he forgot he made. They joked about how lucky they were to have one another. He looked around at the apartment and the theme she planned just for him because she knows he misses home.

He responded earnestly before placing a kiss to her temple, “Home is here, and anywhere with you.”

I wrote too much again, didn’t I? 😅

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